and squashes for days. Because these are the days of Winter squash and no discontentment. Carrots, too, aplenty. And essays to feed the soul; in particular Mary Ruefle's "Madness, Rack and Honey." Go for it and never apologize for being sentimental again. Thanks, Beverly, for the top photo.
She brings the ripeness in
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long ago and far
away the loam's loaded
the moon's full
half a meadow's
heaving