a second spring

Autumn is a second spring, every leaf becomes a flower.-Camus

So, autumn is slipping quickly by and already I have many regrets. We never did get around to making cider. The other regret I have is not getting in a good crop of grain.

Elihu and I tilled, sowed and watered in some winter wheat but, as our good friend and advisor Clayton informed us it is likely to shock and be stunted. There will be other chances in spring but spring is going to be busy enough as it is, if I am to do half of what I dream of.

I think that this is also how autumncan be a second spring. I look at the withering leaves in the orchard and see the flowers of spring.

Kable