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There are places that are famous for fall. New England, for instance, and especially Vermont, are world famous for their spectacular fall colors. I haven’t been fortunate enough to witness this firsthand. Perhaps if I had, I wouldn’t be so impressed with the panoramas I have been privy to. Years ago, our women’s retreat was usually in a resort in a Provo, Utah canyon. The hillsides were a glory of red, gold and green. I could never resist taking home a bagfull of leaves, which I pressed in books and saved. They are probably still around here somewhere, along with everything else I have ever owned, but that’s another sad story for another day.
Fall is in full swing here in southeast Idaho. Yesterday I spent a couple of hours raking and burning leaves, something I always enjoy. Nights are getting a little nippy, but I am still throwing quilts and tarps over my tomato plants at night, trying to buy them a little time. I think their days are numbered, however. And the cats aren’t helping matters; the other day I found a large group of them piled on top of one of the quilts, smashing the tender plants underneath. And it seems to have become a nightly ritual. Grr.
Many of the trees are quite lovely in their changing colors, but I have decided that the most beautiful fall sight around here are the asparagus plants that grow wild on the ditchbanks. They are the most glorious golden color, often with little red berries.
No wonder fall is one of my favorite times of year. The only problem is this: If fall is here, can winter be far behind?
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Asparagus in the Fall

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