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Source: Random Autumnal Observation

It is the final week of October. That time of year when the leaves on the trees have put on their autumn coat and dazzled us with magnificent colors. Reds and oranges, yellows and browns join the remaining green leaves to dot the landscapes with their colorful display.

The myriad colors are a vivid reminder of just how much we relish this season even though it means the end of summer with winter just behind.

Inevitably, every autumn, THAT day comes. It’s that day when the rains descend and the winds howl and what was once autumnal brilliance is now a smattering of leafless trees sprinkled amidst some surviving green trees in what was once a colorful landscape. The sound of a Mamas and Papas song runs through your head. “All the leaves are brown and the sky is gray …”

That day just happened here in my hometown. Witness the cover photo with a surviving tree of colors next to a tree of lonesome bare branches. And the rains and the winds keep on coming.

Winter soon will be upon us as we move towards November. Or, as William Shakespeare once wrote in “A Midsummer Night’s Dream:”

The childing autumn, angry winter change
Their wonted liveries, and the mazèd world,
By their increase, now knows not which is which.

Which brings to mind a thought about Shakespeare, or do you call him The Bard of Avon? Exhaustive research reveals that Billy S penned 38 plays, 154 sonnets, 2 long narrative poems and he owned a partridge in a pear tree.

When I say he “penned” these works, I mean he literally wrote them by hand with a pen, likely a quill-type pen. As productive as The Bard was, much of his actual time was probably spent physically writing these works.

Imagine if Shakespeare lived in the times of today how even more productive he may have been. First of all, he may not have been able to ‘pen” his works since many school districts no longer teach cursive and the art of penmanship may not have been taught to Billy S.

But, he may well have been even more prolific with the use of a modern day word processor and have been able to write even more works, such as this:

    Ode to Autumn

Spring is always spring
Summer’s known only as summer
Winter is just called winter
But Autumn is known as Fall.
Poor Autumn, does he care at all
That they call him not Autumn but Fall?
Even the World Series is called the fall classic by y’all.

Hmmm. Maybe it’s better that Shakespeare lived when he did 500 years ago. Had he lived in our times, we might have missed a real fall classic.

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