September is probably my favorite month of the year, the wheat harvest is in full swing, spuds are being dug, and not to be outdone, God gets his paintbrush out and colors the hillsides. Reds, pinks and oranges soon to be followed by the yellows of the aspens. Crisp nights followed by lazy warm days, game bird hunting is in full swing, fishing is at its best, the archers are stalking the woods, it will soon be over and the landscape will be covered with white, but for now the hills are at their full glory.
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