Now, the woods' edges take over. It looks as if giants with big spray-paint cans have been having a jamboree. There must have been one party member who has a heart like mine, for here and there are bright splashes of deep, rose-pink. It is my favorite color. I find it in sunrises and sunsets. Touches of it are on sassafras leaves and wahoo pods, and, today, I find some on the backs of oak leaves.
I try to concentrate on the pinks in nature, but I am constantly being pulled astray by every color of the rainbow. I do try to discipline myself to gathering only pink rocks, because rocks gain weight as I carry them up the hills.

Brown together: 1 lb. hamburger and 1 medium onion, chopped. Drain, and put into a casserole along with: 1/2 cup brown sugar, 1/2 cup applesauce, 1 cup catsup, 1 t. salad mustard and 6 cups pork and beans. Bake at either 350o or 375o for 50 minutes, covered, and 10 minutes, uncovered.
Mix and let stand until soft: 1 1/2 cups All Bran, 1 1/2 cups buttermilk and 2 1/2 T. sorghum. Sift together and mix in: 3/4 cup sugar, 1 1/2 cups flour, 1 1/2 t. baking soda and a dash of salt. Place dough in three No. 2 cans that have been well greased and floured. Cover tops of cans with aluminum foil. Bake at 375o for 50 minutes. Remove foil and bake 10 minutes longer. Note: 3/4 cup raisins may be added during final mixing.

When I return home, I walk into my empty barn. It is like stepping into a sanctuary. Memories of fall lambs, and calves with sandpaper tongues, wash over me. I feel a little sorrow for anyone who has never slept in a barn and watched over his sheep; who has never smelled the barn-sweetness of new-mown hay or helped a little creature come into the world. There is an essence to beginnings --whether they be an animal, a flower or a day.
It is wonderful to be alive on this sweet and crisp October day. It is a gift of time given equally to everyone. Happiness is in it. Beauty is in it. Love is in it. It is made to be used. Everybody on earth, no matter what his age or where he lives, has this day.
When rainbow shadows paint the hillside trees,
And practice on the sassafras their hues;
When knighted colors tremble in the breeze,
And leaves of green have found their chromomuse;
Trees pantomime their mirth -- I see leaves shaking --
And then I know it's laughter that they're making.
Mad spring, lush summer, look what you have done
With wind and rain and flower and leaf and sun.
You've taken all the life that would be fey
And fashioned it into an autumn day.
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