“The simple things of life are best. An hour of sweet solitude, a cluster of bright yellow mums, the call of quail in the meadow. It doesn’t take much to please us. Our elusive goal after another makes us hurry by some beautiful times. It seems autumn will stand still while we do other things. The trees lose their colorful leaves and they are no less pretty, but to see them in all their phases is even better.”
October 2nd,
'A Cherokee Feast of Days'
'A Cherokee Feast of Days'
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