| A Berkshire Calendar
Soon the predominant colors turned to gold - shimmering sunlight,
golden leaves, hazy fields. Pumpkins at the door showed the toothmarks
of small rodents. The mint plants offered a few still-green leaves;
parsley stood verdant; the marigold caught the sunlight. One could
ride through a golden shower under the maples on Tyringham Road,
where the settlers first made syrup. But sometimes, after a drive
around the hills, a homeowner returned to find that the red maple
in the front yard looked best of all.
In the morning, the gaze lit on Monument Mountain to the southwest,
where the rising sun caught the quartzite cliffs. Later in the day,
the hill lay blank. It stayed ashen, a colorless dip between sloping
Beartown and slithering Rattlesnake. Then, the light on the cliffs
went out. The craggy-lined face of the outline was lost. The Indian
slept.
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