Willa Cather is so good at description:
“No one on Back Creek could remember a finer autumn; frosts before sunrise, summer heat at noon, chill nights. All morning the mountain lay in a soft blue haze, and in the afternoon broad fans of heavy golden sunlight warmed its back and flanks. The great maples in Mrs. Blake's yard were like blazing torches; scarlet leaves fluttered softly down to the green turf.”
— Jan 02, 2026 10:32AM
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