Autumn sighs and tiptoes down an old country lane while squirrels and chipmunks chatter overhead. Scampering here and there, those agile acrobats busily stash nuts and acorns away for cooler days ahead. Dozens of trees line the sides of the lane, and depending on their heritage, don uniquely-designed garments of crimson, gold and fiery orange. Across a distant field, a farmer hauls in the last load of hay onto his wagon and heads for home. Autumn in Dixie has arrived.
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