autumn

Commentary
5:00 am
Fri November 22, 2013

Richard Crowson: Thankful For A Leafy Gutter

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On the stark, bare, claw-like limbs of the large locust tree above, a handful of crows had congregated. The sky beyond them could have come right out of a watercolor painting by Andrew Wyeth – the fading charcoal grays of a cloudy, mid-November day, right at dusk.

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Commentary
5:00 am
Fri September 27, 2013

Richard Crowson: Under The Spell Of Poetry In Autumn

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Something about September has brought poetry back into my consciousness.

It might be the way the amber, diffused light knocks the sharp edges off of summer’s harsh palette. It could be the rhythmic pulsations of the crickets that seem to serenade just outside every window. Possibly it has to do with the mild temperatures previewing just the slightest hint of the chill that will soon set fireplaces aglow.

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Commentary
5:00 am
Fri November 9, 2012

Richard Crowson: The Punctuation Of Autumn

We’ve been inundated for so many months with political exclamation points. How great is it now to be able to relax a bit and let nature remind us that there is more to life than Republican red and Democratic blue.

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Commentary
5:00 am
Fri September 30, 2011

Richard Crowson: The Annual Struggle Of Fall Yardwork

Every Fall, I pretend to be something that I’m not. Way before the Halloween costume season, I start wearing my mask. I disguise myself as someone who gives a flying whoop-ti-doo about their lawn.

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Commentary
5:00 am
Fri November 12, 2010

Richard Crowson: A Lesson In Harmony From A Cottonwood

There’s no way I could not take a walk this morning. Aside from the intensive lobbying of my Airedale friend Ollie, the blue Kansas sky and ruby leaves of our pin oaks overpowered me. So I hitched Ollie to the leash and out we went, fully engulfed in another splendid crispy November autumn morning.

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Commentary
5:00 am
Sat October 3, 2009

Richard Crowson: The Stillness of Autumn

Fall is a time that always reminds me of when I was a kid growing up in the developing suburbs of Memphis. I had lots of opportunities then, to roam around the fields and woods, going no place in particular through nature’s leafy abundance.

Sometimes I was Robin Hood, sometimes a yodeling Tarzan, and sometimes I was just a leaf-kicking explorer feeling the breezes that whispered of a weather change just around the next weekend.

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