"For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad." ~Edwin Way Teale
A sensitive plant in a garden grew, and the young winds fed it with silver dew,
And it opened its fan-like leaves to the light,and closed them beneath the kisses of night.
Percy Bysshe Shelley, "The Sensitive Plant," 1820
