Now constantly there is the sound, quieter than rain,
of the leaves falling.
Under their loosening bright gold, the sycamore limbs bleach whiter.
Now the only flowers
are beeweed and aster, spray of their white and lavender over the brown leaves.
The calling of a crow sounds
loud—a landmark—now
that the life of summer falls
silent, and the nights grow. —-Wendell Berry, 1965
It’s time for a celebration of OCTOBER. It is perhaps our most beautiful month here in New England, and the Boston area, more than most places, is thick with the optimism and planning of a new academic year. Please join this gathering of remarkable women—some newcomers here and some old hands—- for drinks, food and conversation.
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