Fall in Wildcat Woods is a time of transition. Bright reds, oranges and golds dot the landscape, the green grasses of summer are gone; by late afternoon the sun is low in the sky, shadows are long and the air has a crisp bite. The reptiles are underground while field voles are gathering the last of their grass. Canada geese are strung out in the sky like beads that move and wave. Winter is not far.....
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