Status Updates From North Woods

"In the garden, the beanstalks wither in the heat, the squash rots, and rust infests the ears of corn. Colors change. Yellow creeps down from the mountain and slips into the veins of hornbeams, red limns the oaks and maples, and in the understory, violet consumes the lemon-yellow wings of the viburnum. Leaves fall upon the brook that splits the hillside like a tear in the fabric of the earth."
Like I'm gagged.