Autumn

 

Dear Equinox,

Here we are again, celebrating another quarter, another equally divided day from night.  It's real perfection, and so I offer you a song for today, and some harvest bounty.

Harvest Time

¿Qué te pasa calabaza?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nada, nada limonada.