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Evening in September
Autumn. An afternoon on one of the last days of September. The still warming light of the day falls through the rustling crowns of the apple trees and sunny spots of light scurry across the orchard between orange and brown spotted leaves and overripe apples. The heavy sweet scent of the red-cheeked fruits floats in the evening air.
Bronze. Abundance. Sweet labor.
A light wind blows the last blossoms onto the heavy wooden garden table. The bitter earthy and dry smell of the wood tanned by sun, rain, wind and time is wonderfully interwoven with the fragrant atmosphere of the golden shimmering afternoon and the overripe fruits fallen from the trees.
The evening descends and pours a last, rapidly fading light gently over the garden, the trees, over the fields.
There are many baskets of apples in the porch and in the kitchen. A splendid scent of vanilla and soft sweet melancholy wafts through the house.
Little luck
The windows are locked. It's going to get chilly out early now. The stove is humming softly its evening song.
The first time this year.
Bronze. Abundance. Sweet labor.
A light wind blows the last blossoms onto the heavy wooden garden table. The bitter earthy and dry smell of the wood tanned by sun, rain, wind and time is wonderfully interwoven with the fragrant atmosphere of the golden shimmering afternoon and the overripe fruits fallen from the trees.
The evening descends and pours a last, rapidly fading light gently over the garden, the trees, over the fields.
There are many baskets of apples in the porch and in the kitchen. A splendid scent of vanilla and soft sweet melancholy wafts through the house.
Little luck
The windows are locked. It's going to get chilly out early now. The stove is humming softly its evening song.
The first time this year.
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