Early fall in west Nashville’s hills is still hot and steamy. Yesterday, I was surprised by how many golden leaves there were on the ground over night. Old poems often say seasons come quietly. They don’t if you live near nature. The change of colors is loudly telling the world it is different than last night now.
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