"When the trees their summer splendor
Change to raiment red and gold,
When the summer moon turns mellow,
And the nights are getting cold;
When the squirrels hide their acorns,
And the woodchucks disappear;
Then we know that it is autumn,
Loveliest season of the year."
-   Carol L. Riser, Autumn

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Hi, WH Girl.

Did you see the story in The Courier-Journal about the plans for fixing up part of WH and opening a hotel? Though of you ... seems like a good idea, as long as they don't scare the ghosts off.