It's now fall.
Brought on by the oaks loosing their leaves,
and the sun slipping over the horizon earlier,
it's glowing orb awaiting my morning alarm before cresting the field
Apples are appearing in farm meals, a new addition to the array of summer loving pies
Hard to imagine how fast it's gone.
Our Fall Plant sale- yes, note the title
is tomorrow
We'll leave Santa Cruz having graced the streets and lined back yards with perennials and winter loving vegetables and flowers,
We're keeping the hope alive for yet another summer,
Now just a glimmer in father time's eye.
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