It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.... As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye... ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn. ~Washington Irving, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"

Friday, February 29, 2008

The Cutting Edge



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castlewon said...

just want you to know I read and appreciated your latest comment on my blog, even though it doesn't appear on the page. Something's wrong--the blog is not letting me post anything new, either. I may have to abandon it...