Perhaps it’s because I was born in November, a time Black Elk spoke of as “The Moon of Falling Leaves,” that image-rich autumn is my favorite season.
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Perhaps it’s because I was born in November, a time Black Elk spoke of as “The Moon of Falling Leaves,” that image-rich autumn is my favorite season.
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Just about the time the first liquid amber leaves begin to their change color is Apple Season. The sun has warmed and kissed the fruit long enough to make it blush a deep rose, gold, or yellow. Throughout the world, communities herald the apple harvest and families gather to celebrate this glorious moment by transforming apples into cider, preserves, pies, and other scrumptious delicacies.
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