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Autumn is my favorite time of the year. It paints a picture in my mind that lasts forever. Beautiful gold and russet colored foliage that rustles on the ground, only to be swept up and away with the Autumn breeze. Couples walking hand in hand in a park, the laughter of children on swings.Echos of music in the air from a season past. The quaint Victorian village with black lantern lamp posts, the white picket fence surrounding gardens of mums. The wrap-around front porches with their gingerbread cornices, where many a tale has been told. The sweet aromas of home made bread and apple pies on window sills remind me of an era gone by. It is sad, however, in a way, that Autumn soon will be gone and "mother nature" will bring upon us the heralds of winter, however, my thoughts of Autumn will be embedded in my heart and in my mind and I can relive this season time after time and rejoice again when Autumn  returns.

  Copyright 2003.Jamie Mallinson
  
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