It's deeply overcast outside my window now as a dreary mid-autumn drizzle falls. The air is chill with a strong aroma of wet, fallen leaves as I carry a few old-lady sized loads of split firewood from the stack to the basement cache so we'll be warm tonight.
The tulip poplars have shed most of their yellow, though the maples are still impossibly flame-orange and the dogwoods are deep crimson with a dash of brilliant scarlet from the berries, to match the Christmas glory of the old she-holly out back. The sassafras is rusty, the beeches have yet to go from green to gold, and those wily, ancient oaks are always the last to give up their autumnal ghosts. The pumpkins are out of the field, packed in straw out in the root cellar, the garden weeks-since put to sleep.
We have a mere four days before Halloween (or All Saints Eve, depending on your point of view). So I thought I'd once again link to my favorite philosopher of science's sizable collection of…
Do scroll down the page to the 'Papers' section. The never-ending debate is still never ending.
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