Frail limbs of autumn trees shooting high as long as winter does not come nigh. Neighboring leaves surfacing with ribbons of vibrant tones: maple-brown sugar, creamy golden-red, dainty pumpkin- orange and crisp terrance green.
Crowning homes now with harvest joy. Festooning corridors with garlands of acorns, dried leaves and sweetened, riped berries. Reaching from below the delicate, round delights during harvest picking time.
The fruits of man’s labor left chewy and crisp after taking one bite. Flashes of the sun’s rays leaving a streak within a breezy cornfield maze. Scare crows dressed in plaided blue and white jeans and a velvet wide-brimmed hat.
These men of straw stand to frighten their prey that stand in close by. Lines of pumpkins remain on green vines as children play, jump and pick out pumpkin carving designs. Fall is a time to enjoy the season of cool weather and nutmeg and spice.
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