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Happy monthly anniversary to my wife. Summer has vanished and now we have the wind and rain and the trees with a fiery color, one last hurrah before the leafs come down and litter the ground (like potato chips, as mom would say).

It is cozy weather, a time when you rest your muscles and bones and think twice before going outside. You find excuses to stay in, to sleep in, to give into that cyclical lure of hibernation.