Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, close bosom-friend of the maturing sun, conspiring with him to load and bless, with fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run. John Keats, Ode to Autumn (1819)1 Tucked between summer and winter, autumn gives us days that grow shorter, flowers that fade, and leaves that fall from the trees. Often invoked as a symbol for decline and decay, the season possesses its share of melancholy tones. Autumn carries positive connotations as well. A sense of robust maturity infuses a season of mellow fruitfulness when apples turn...
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