The maples along Amherst Street have caught fire, the mornings come with frost on the fields, and the light goes gold by four in the afternoon. Out here on our eight acres the garden is winding down, the woodpile is going up, and the air smells like leaves and woodsmoke.
After all these years, this is still my favorite month in western Massachusetts. Slow down, take a walk, and look up while it lasts. It goes by fast.
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