Donald Culross Peattie
An Almanac for Moderns
September Fifth

[entry devoted to asters]

Here some call the white ones frostflower, for they come as the frost comes, as a breath upon the landscape, a silver rime of chill flowering in the old age of the year.

I like how this sentence creeps in a fashion similar to its subjects (frost and flowers).

And so for day 2832

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