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"...I breathed in an autumn bouquet..."
Evocative words: the scene is the Alaska State Fair in late August, 2008, a day of fate and decision!!! She goes on to present some of the "flowers" that comprise that bouquet: "Cotton candy and foot-long hot dogs. Halibut tacos and reindeer sausage. Banjo music playing at the Blue Bonnet Stage..."
When one thinks about it, is not the bouquet a quintessentially American "thing"?? --the combining of many diverse elements, many "flowers," into one pleasing, harmonious whole...the federated union of fifty separate polities into one National Polity...a nation comprised of many nationalities, heritages, traditions, united in the profession of the ideals of ordered Liberty and of self-government.
Ah, and the autumntide. What is autumn but a time to reflect back upon the glory that was the summertime, and to gird ourselves for "the winter of our discontent"?
So, at this moment, March in the calendars on our walls, but autumn in the calendars and chronology of our destiny, we, with Sarah, are looking back upon the past glories of the summer days of the United States of America, and are girding ourselves for the battles ahead, in order that we may live to witness a new springtime for our land.
"...I breathed in an autumn bouquet..."
Evocative words: the scene is the Alaska State Fair in late August, 2008, a day of fate and decision!!! She goes on to present some of the "flowers" that comprise that bouquet: "Cotton candy and foot-long hot dogs. Halibut tacos and reindeer sausage. Banjo music playing at the Blue Bonnet Stage..."
When one thinks about it, is not the bouquet a quintessentially American "thing"?? --the combining of many diverse elements, many "flowers," into one pleasing, harmonious whole...the federated union of fifty separate polities into one National Polity...a nation comprised of many nationalities, heritages, traditions, united in the profession of the ideals of ordered Liberty and of self-government.
Ah, and the autumntide. What is autumn but a time to reflect back upon the glory that was the summertime, and to gird ourselves for "the winter of our discontent"?
So, at this moment, March in the calendars on our walls, but autumn in the calendars and chronology of our destiny, we, with Sarah, are looking back upon the past glories of the summer days of the United States of America, and are girding ourselves for the battles ahead, in order that we may live to witness a new springtime for our land.
"...I breathed in an autumn bouquet..."