The agrarian landscape has sunk into my genes. I often take it for granted that other people see what I see, that my home is their home. But that is not true. This is a special time of year to be at home. I may not have the mountains or the oceans, the hills or the hollers. But I am able to take in the golden wheat, the burnt umber bean fields
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And wow, that's quite a house (or is it a church?)
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As usual, you have captured the colors spectacularly. What is your secret? (other than living in a beautiful place?)
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What yummy fall things are y'all eating up thar?
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And I will take pumpkin in just about anything. My affection for pumpkin borders on worship. I tell you, that Linus was onto something.
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