Chimes
Jul 07, 2020
2 minutes
TEXT NANCY M. KENDALL
A Full Phlox DAY
n the first day of fall, hazy wisps of soft, gray fog hung over the brook in front of our home, disguising the thick verdant undergrowth on the banks and appearing to be in an all-day holding pattern. I should have known better. As is often the case at this time of year, by midmorning the
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