I remember September as a time of crisp air, cool nights and 75-degree days, the yellowing aspen leaves dancing brilliantly against the almost painfully blue sky. Labor Day weekend was for camping in the desert as the blistering August heat had finally subsided. It was when you mourned the imminent loss of your tomatoes to th…
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