Oh, what a beautiful Morning....
...Oh, what a beautiful Day...
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"The breezes taste
Of apple peel.
The air is full
Of smells to feel-
Ripe fruit, old footballs,
Burning brush,
New books, erasers,
Chalk, and such.
The bee, his hive,
Well-honeyed hum,
And Mother cuts Chrysanthemums.
Like plates washed clean
With suds, the days
Are polished with
A morning haze."
John Updike, September
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A late summer garden has a tranquility
found no other time of the year.
William Longgood*
Oskar, fascinated by the sunset...
















