Happy Equinox, a day late! Hope everyone had a good day. Ours wasn't bad, though pretty much all we did was drive home from Seattle.
Here's a poem for you:
TO AUTUMN, by John Keats
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves
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