The Ashlink August September 2025
Harvest Gathering The last days of the summer: bright and clear Shines the warm sun down on the quiet land, Where corn‐fields, thick and heavy in the ear, Are slowly ripening for the laborer’s hand; Seed‐time and harvest — since the bow was set, Not vainly has man hoped your coming yet! Phoebe Cary 1824 ‐ 1871