Shrewsbury, Vermont
Pumpkins for sale along roadsides, taste of apple cider, sound of an owl.
By September the day breaks with little help from birds. A song sparrow may give a single half-hearted song, a woodcock may twitter overhead en route to his daytime thicket, a barred owl may terminate the night's argument with one last wavering call, but few other birds have anything to say or sing about...
The disappointment I feel on these mornings of silence perhaps shows that things hoped for have a higher value than things assured. The hope of hearing quail is worth a dozen risings in the dark.
September
A Sand County Almanac
Aldo Leopold
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