Nov 16, 2011 8:51 AM
Happens every year: Signs large and small pop up all over, all pointing inexorably like flags stretched out before a stiff wind toward the end of year rituals known collectively as the holiday season:
Leaves, spent from the exertion of flashing their many hues, start to fall and skitter across the roads; a line of runners strung through the streets of our village describes the course of the Hudsy 5K; fall crops announce their colorful presence with authority at the farm stands; costumed children amble down Jessup Avenue; daylight backs up and darkness gathers in the afternoon; a single day, November 11, reminds us to honor veterans all the year ’round; the first Salvation Army handbell peals in a parking lot.
Village highway crews are starting their rounds to pick up leaves,... more
Leaves, spent from the exertion of flashing their many hues, start to fall and skitter across the roads; a line of runners strung through the streets of our village describes the course of the Hudsy 5K; fall crops announce their colorful presence with authority at the farm stands; costumed children amble down Jessup Avenue; daylight backs up and darkness gathers in the afternoon; a single day, November 11, reminds us to honor veterans all the year ’round; the first Salvation Army handbell peals in a parking lot.
Village highway crews are starting their rounds to pick up leaves,... more
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