Aw early fall. The last remnants of the summer's raspberries, the last few roof and stoop nights, the approaching dusk. Breaking out the hoodies and leggings, cider and pumpkin pie, foliage and apple picking. Tomato season, kale season, squash season.
This time of year, more than any other, always feels like a new beginning. This year is no different.
It is very possible that September is my favorite month.
This time of year, more than any other, always feels like a new beginning. This year is no different.
It is very possible that September is my favorite month.
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