“We considered dressing up for the hoedown, but we’re pretty casual folks, and felt more comfortable in our regular duds. The rock rake is a little unusual, but the rest of us are pretty average. Well, Ms. Ho-Mi is not your average hoe, I suppose. We’ve all been here at Purdyville long enough that we’re not exactly sure when we all got here, or why. But now that we’re here, we’re glad to help out whenever we’re needed. Thanks for inviting us, Carol. We don’t get out much.”
If winter is slumber and spring is birth, and summer is life, then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It’s a time of year when the leaves are down and the harvest is in and the perennials are gone. Mother Earth just closed up the drapes on another year and it’s time to reflect on what’s come before.
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