and while I am quoting from good music...

... a little tribute to Cheryl Wheeler, although this picture doesn't due it justice:

When fall comes to New England
The sun slants in so fine
And the air's so clear
You can almost hear the grapes grow on the vine

The nights are sharp with starlight
And the days are cool and clean
And in the blue sky overhead
The northern geese fly south instead
And leaves are Irish Setter red
When fall comes to New England


I had been thinking/humming this song for a few days now - and as if reading my mind VPR played it during the ride home earlier this week.