tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886892.post113905349632939752..comments2023-09-23T16:10:03.527-04:00Comments on Singing Moon: Hingecoyotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13849975141730668288noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886892.post-1139086204694723492006-02-04T15:50:00.000-05:002006-02-04T15:50:00.000-05:00I guess seasons can disappear in more than one sen...I guess seasons can disappear in more than one sense, Nonny. I don't believe I've seen leaves openly burned at the curb in years, but that smell used to be the essence of fall...coyotehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13849975141730668288noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886892.post-1139062934326862902006-02-04T09:22:00.000-05:002006-02-04T09:22:00.000-05:00I can smell it, just as you've described. And hear...I can smell it, just as you've described. And hear that gate. It's the best time of year in many ways. Now, if only I could find some place that still ALLOWS you to burn leaves, without having the fire dept. descend...!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com