At our little cabin, the rusty leaves are all down covering the yard and the floor of the woods.
The pointed evergreens, deep green cones reaching for the sky, dominate the landscape against the gray net of naked branches around them.
Mornings everything is frosty: cars, leaves, milkweeds. The milkweeds and cattails have exploded, sending their genetic messengers out into the world.
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