Each
year, summer always seems too brief as Memorial Day and Labor Day move closer
together. On spring and summer mornings, you can hear flocks of birds arriving,
but now, on their journey south, in search for a warmer climate, they
leave the thinning trees. In September, you can feel and hear the summer
receding before you actually see it. Each morning, there’s a lilt of new
weather; it sings a little louder as September ages and flies right into your
day. Before you realize it, you’re cutting pumpkins then stirring that warm
comfort soup that waits inside your winter kitchen.
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