Two sounds of autumn are unmistakable...the hurrying rustle of crisp leaves blown along the street...by a gusty wind, and the gabble of a flock of migrating geese.

Of all the everyday plants of the earth, grass is the least pretentious and the most important to mankind. It clothes the earth is an unmistakable way. Directly or indirectly it provides the bulk of man's food, his meat, his bread, every scrap of his cereal diet. Without grass we would all starve, we and all our animals. And what a dismal place this world would be!

For the Fall of the year is more than three months bounded by an equinox and a solstice. It is a summing up without the finality of year's end.

You fight dandelions all weekend, and late Monday afternoon there they are, pert as all get out, in full and gorgeous bloom, pretty as can be, thriving as only dandelions can in the face of adversity.

To know after absence the familiar street and road and village and house is to know again the satisfaction of home.

No Winter lasts forever, no Spring skips its turn. April is a promise that May is bound to keep, and we know it.

October is the fallen leaf, but it is also a wider horizon more clearly seen.