“Approach of Fall,”
from the editorial page of the Hickory
Daily Record, Sept. 25, 1916, S.H.
Farabee, editor.
We now approach the
most glorious period of the year—fall, when the trees are shaking loose the
foliage that has adorned them during the summer months; when yellow and gold of
the forest blend with the brown and green of the earth; when the wind rattles
the cornstalks; when the pumpkin is waiting for frost to give to it the flavor
without which it would be no pumpkin; when the sweet taters are about ready for
digging, and the children are going to school. Cool nights and warm days,
reports of frost in the mountains, football practice at the colleges; possum
hunts by the young folks, fox chases by the old boys, pullets hatched in the
spring are laying—what else is needed?
Soon we will have
Indian summer, that glorious period of autumn when the fall is blending with
winter. The fields and hills, especially the latter, will declare the glory of
the creator. Joseph’s wonderful coat, on which Jacob lavished so much time and
thought, would appear tawfy beside one of the least of the leaves picked up at
random in the forest, and no dress milady can buy would match the harmonies of
nature’s colors.
How glorious
natures goes to sleep in the winter.
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