I thought this except was appropriate for this time of year:
Page 269--"Mrs. McPherson came down the hill…to the edge of our backyard wall and called to me. My bedroom was on a level with where she stood in the bushes that had turned crimson and gold. She was a dark-eyed blonde, and the afternoon sunlight bringing out the bright glints in her yellow hair made her look like the friendly peaceful spirit of Indian summer."
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