Det var hensigten

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Falling into Autumn Det var hensigten'My encounters with nature are very personal. I am inspired by watching jays gathering acorns and hearing owls hooting.''In the shady parts of my garden, ferns grow. In the springtime, the ferns unfurl their tight, rounded, bundled leaves into rich green fingers. By the autumn, these same leaves are starting to go brown at the edges. This seems to be at the same time that the swallows gather to leave. Groups of swallows sit in great flocks on the