Down by the old Food Bank Farm, possibly the
first CSA in the area , I was remembering bringing my younger ones to the
end-of- year gathering , all the now grown kids small, racing about playing,
while eating the grand meal by the hot sparking campfire.
I stood outside,
remembering wandering across the fields w my small ones, picking our produce ,
exploring the land .
Today ,the clouds hinted at our November soon to come,
just a day after flirting flurries trounced the skies .
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