September 254 September. "Goldenrod fades, Queen Anne’s lace is worn and tattered…". Borland, Twelve Moons of the Year
September 257 September. "The sun now rises almost due east, sets almost due west…the week of the autumn equinox when, briefly, daylight and darkness are almost equal." Borland, Twelve Moons of the Year
September 261 September. "The chill of dawn seems even colder when one remembers the hot days of only a month ago." Borland, Twelve Moons of the Year
September 265 September. "Days when the sky is clear and clean, when the air is crisp…". Borland, Twelve Moons of the Year
September 265 September. "Late cicadas buzz in early afternoon; field crickets fiddle in the tall grass at the country roadside; at dusk the katydids set up their clamor; crows caw with less than usual raucousness; bees still hum over fading heads of goldenrod." Borland, Twelve Moons of the Year
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