He knew fall was right around the corner – crisp mornings attested to that. Brightly colored summer fruits would soon come to an end, and squashes of all sorts of earthy tones would make their way to center stage. A hearty fall harvest would bring about simmering stews – the scents of which would waft out slightly cracked windows. As the quiet bird pedaled home, enjoying the last days of summer, he was comforted by such thoughts.
Fresh and full of life!
Thanks so much, Elena!
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