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[[underlined]] Trees [[/underlined]]

Sept. 18 - The acorns are falling & come down on the Wharf with a whack that is [[insertion]] startling [[/insertion]] astonishing.  
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[[underlined]] Sept. 19 [[/underlined]]  The trees are joyous now.  There is a mellow yellow light in the woods.
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The pine needles are falling, patterning the ground as the clusters pine needles open.  In places the floor is carpeted with them.  The old needles yellow before they fall so there is autumn foliage in the pines as well.
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Brown birch leaves lie on my doorstep in the morning & yellow leaves fall at your feet as you walk through the woods.
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In a grove of young white pines on [[Shan?]] Hill a red pine stood apart with an air of distinction from its long needles, & the [[underlined]] reddish brown [[/underlined]] of its old needles compared with the ^ [[insertion]] pale [[/insertion]] yellow of the old ones of the white pine.