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Show Goodbye, Summer ae a ANN AHLANDERof Provo catches and holds a momentof summer in a reflective hour as summer tilts toward the briefer days of Autumn. photographer). By Winifred N. Jones A crisp curl ofcoolness onthe edge of summer's mellownessstills the memory of the days just passed . . touches the future with the savor ofnostalgia. The sun’s midday warmth brings to harvest those things that man has planted and nurtured since the Spring’s ground turning. The husbanding offruit and field becomes the concern of the provider as does the snugging of the hearth against the winds to come. Theair carries a promise ofthe lavishness of Autumn’s offerings, yet rebukes with renewed heat those who wouldtoo greedily dismiss summer. The subtle memory-storing ofprecious things of summer, which will radiate the grayness ofthe winter hours ahead, begins with the first high spot of color on the mountain side. Color which will spill flame andfire downward to the valley soon beneaththe blue blaze of October. Maturity knows the inevitableness ofthe calendar change . . . and youth becomes ambivalent with the need to seek adventure beyondthe familiar to whichit clings. Too soon, too soon, lament those whorelish the long softness of summer days, while energy and ambition greet the stimulation that rides on Autumn'sbreeze. Turn, the calendar mist, and with it revolve the lives and the days of those who Wy J a omen OaAa Y SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER, 12, 1971 Page 19 ridethis planet Karth. |