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So far my Autumn is missing something. That's right, any trace of Autumn. In these drought conditions the leaves do not turn to amber; they fall listlessly from the trees a dried, sickly green. The "chill in the air" to which I so look forward has been supplanted - nay - usurped by that most dreadful of all conditions: mugginess. The Mugg, seen ( Read more... )