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The weave slips in and out of these days.... now turning to the splintered, rich cloth of autumn. Here are raspberry reds, pumpkin orange, the white smile of a child in a pile of leaves. Feel how the cloth gets thick and warm. This is the bulky, soft heft of mama's lap. This is a blanket that hugs and warms. In and out, in and out. The days twirl through us. Soon, steamy breath will rise over their noisy smiles as we dance on the crunchy, plaid lawn. Soon we will tromp in colorful lines to trick or treat, bags full of goodies and friends linked hand by hand by hand. It is the season of apple cider and jewel tones. It is the time when we head indoors and ready for white. It is the start of celebrations and life, weaving in and out and through the multicolored warmth of family. |