All around with cold fall nights setting in on my rural plat of earth, I think of fall and the smell of musty leaves. If you liked these, then you are sure to like what is new! I think my fondest memories of childhood is hearing the crisp brittle and dry aspens blowing in the wind as they are changing from green to yellow then fading to black. Occasionally if it’s an area with a lot of redrock or iron in the soil (think Utah) then the leaves will go red/orange in color before falling off. If only I could be a poet, I would write about autumn in all my pretty prose. Lucky for you I’m not, so without further adeu:

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