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Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

On the doorstep of autumn we stood last week. Behind us is humid summer heat with thunder and lightning and driven rain, but before us are cool, dewy mornings. On a September morning we don shoes and sweaters but the mellow warmth of high noon bids us shed them again.

On this doorstep the harvest moon shone through clouds of Friday's drizzly, dying day. The harvest moon is a full moon nearest the time of the September equinox, which could make the harvest moon in October on some years.

The harvest continues. In local orchards apples threaten to break their branches while the smell of grap...

 

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