~On a crisp, sunny day take your family on a hike to the woods. Pick up colorful leaves, acorns, walnuts and bittersweet. Come home and string a fall garland to hang across the mantel or doorway.
There is something in the autumn
that is native to my blood~
Touch of manner, hint of mood,
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple
and the crimson keeping time.
~Bliss Carman
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