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Oct. 17, 2021
Although the trees and hedgerows here are still holding on to their greens, further afield their transformation into golds and yellows and reds is unmistakable. This time of year never fails to trigger a memory of a young couple I once saw in a park in the middle of England who were entering a world that was turning to gold. Journal entry: “16th October, Saturday 7 degrees and the dawn is still an hour away. Flecks of dew on Penny’s nose. Not a breath of wind. The still air carries distant so...