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I spotted my first pumpkin in Portland this weekend. I guess it was only a matter of time. It was hardly the only hint that summer is heading out. I can see it in the drooping petals of the flowers in my neighborhood's gardens, in the deepening sunsets over the Fore
River.
My latest postcard - a little long in coming, apologies - is a celebration of the season now departing, with anticipation for the new one on the way. I'm heading out today for one last visit to my cabin Down East, which has no insulation (or electricity for that matter), before the wood stove won't be enough to keep me warm.
I hope you've had a lovely summer, despite the abundance of gray skies. Do write and tell me about your favorite moments. What will you miss the most? What are you looking forward to this fall? Drop me a line. As always, I'd love to hear.
Thanks for reading, as ever.
Nita
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