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We hear them singing loudly, raucously, purposefully, outside our door this morning. We wander out onto the porch, coffee cups in hand, trying to identify the source of the clamor, since from inside the house it sounded like an eighteen-wheeler whirring down our meandering road. "Isn't it amazing how full the trees still are at this time of year?" I ask, for in my mind, by the first of September, things should be starting to change. The beauty of the 100-year-old lush green oaks distracts me from our original mission. Suddenly, as if trees could hear, the leaves begin to fly away, first by twos, then by tens, and finally hundreds at a time, singing with all their hearts. The autumn has yet to begin, and already the fall is upon us.
Posted by Katy on 08/30/01 at 02:17 PM
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