“When the leaves fall, the whole earth is a cemetery pleasant to walk in. . . . How beautifully they go to their graves! How gently they lay themselves down and turn to mould. Henry David Thoreau Concord ablaze in all its fall glory asks us to reflect on autumn’s passage as we savor the […]
“When the leaves fall, the whole earth is a cemetery pleasant to walk in. . . . How beautifully they go to their graves! How gently they lay themselves down and turn to mould. Henry David Thoreau Concord ablaze in all its fall glory asks us to reflect on autumn’s passage as we savor the […]
“When the leaves fall, the whole earth is a cemetery pleasant to walk in. . . . How beautifully they go to their graves! How gently they lay themselves down and turn to mould. Henry David Thoreau Concord ablaze in all its fall glory asks us to reflect on autumn’s passage as we savor the […]
“When the leaves fall, the whole earth is a cemetery pleasant to walk in. . . . How beautifully they go to their graves! How gently they lay themselves down and turn to mould. Henry David Thoreau Concord ablaze in all its fall glory asks us to reflect on autumn’s passage as we savor the […]
