Fall in Rural NY

My favorite time of year, always has been. For a kid that moved every year, it signaled a fresh start, a situation I thought I was addicted to…until I got a garden. Decades later,this one is mature, and tough as nails.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

– Poem by Dealva Jade

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