As ya Fall season begins with echoes of yore, hence and whence as the leaves 🍁 detangle from the yoke of stems’ embrace emboldened by the nightly frosts of the summer’s dew. Fall delights and 🧶 go to labor as grandmas stitch, sew 🧵 and crochet 🧣, sweaters and gloves 🧤; Autumn 🍂 morning Winter 🧥, but in the afternoon Summer 👔. Autumn falls as Springs hopes Eternal and the glint of ya Sun ☀️ shines brightly through the mist and torrential rains.
The autumnal equinox has come and ya season for ales and such is here as ya harvests yield a literal field of tubers, apples and evening poetry.
