Here is how I know that it is Fall: I taste it.
Mornings start with Irish oats and dried cherries,
Wasa crackers spread with butter from a neighbor's farm
And ginger-infused pear butter I canned myself.
There are seven new jars of tomato soup and one jar of chili sauce
Sprung sentinels pulling soft duty on basement shelves.
My mother's hands made them:
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