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Cherry blossoms are with us for but a moment.
The music of the flute is here then nowhere. Lasting beauty
is fleeting. Thank God for memory where beauty touched with
sadness lasts. And so autumn: melancholy beauty, a fall fling,
wine festivals and beach towns reacquiring their quiet.
Every late September an urge comes on me to
visit Amish country to see leaves in glory and quilts in stylized
simplicity. Each October I need to quilt autumn, to quilt
Mother Nature’s last hurrah. The juice and wonder of
it all: autumn leaves.
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