Brown everywhere. Walking around the track yesterday early morning, Marash Girl saw a brown blob in the middle of the playing fields; accustomed to the brightly colored soccer balls she had seen on and off the field all summer, she wondered what it could be. . . a brown blog? No. A football. And then on her morning walk around the neighborhood, there on the corner of Centre and Church Streets stood the tree, no longer deep green; now littered with brown all over its body, and all around its skirts, leaves littering the streets. Brown. Not enough of a reminder? Walking up Maple Avenue, there he was -- a yearling with antlers starting, sauntering west from Maple Circle, turning north on Maple Avenue, heading, no doubt, for Cabot Woods. If there was any doubt before, there is no longer. Fall is on its way!
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