September 247 September. "This is gossamer season, when a dozen different strands glint and glimmer in the sunlight…gossamer strands, strong as steel, light as feathers…at sunrise, a lacing of silver threads over grass and bushes, glinting with dewdrops.…" Borland, Twelve Moons of the Year
September 251 "September. …the golden mildness of early autumn comforts the land." Borland, Twelve Moons of the Year
September 251 September. "Crickets, briefly silenced by the first frost, trill the warm afternoons toward the dusk when the last, loud katydids join the chorus." Borland, Twelve Moons of the Year
September 253 September. "Life now begins to relax into the annual pause that is a kind of biological Indian summer, a time of relative ease and quiet." Borland, Twelve Moons of the Year
September 254 September. "…a countryman…plucks and cans his tomatoes, brings in his winter squash…has picked his beans, pickled his beets, chopped his cabbage and peppers into relish." Borland, Twelve Moons of the Year
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