The pumpkins in the lower field, which he’d neglected to harvest early, had swollen into round, obscene globes—some the size of his old washing machine. Their skins were so taut and glossy they seemed to hum. He knelt beside one and knocked on it. It sounded like a drum.
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The world had changed.
There is a weight to this season that I deeply love. It isn’t fleeting or fragile; autumn falls round and robust. It arrives in the heft of a pumpkin, the thickness of a wool blanket, and the full-bodied aroma of woodsmoke. It’s a season that demands you slow down and feel the substance of it all. autumn falls round and robust
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There is no other way to describe it: autumn falls round and robust. The pumpkins in the lower field, which he’d