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frosty leaves

Heavy frosts blanketed the Fayette Plateau several mornings last week, bringing to mind the old James Whitcomb Riley (1849-1916) poem, “When the Frost Is On the Punkin.” Riley wrote: “O, it sets my heart a-clickin’ like the tickin’ of a clock, when the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.”