A Modest Prayer To The Fickle Gods Of Weather

Autumn is slipping quietly into place…how shall we welcome it…? some sigh it is the end of summer…others smile calling it our most stunning season…poets have been known to call it nature’s magnificent funeral…I have burned my Farmer’s Almanac which odiously predicts that here in Illinois it will be followed by another brutal Winter…I have implored Canadian friends to keep their Vortexes to themselves this year!

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