“I am so glad that I live in a world where there are Octobers.” That beloved line from “Anne of Green Gables” has always captured how I feel about this season. Growing up in Wisconsin, October meant crisp mornings that hinted at winter’s approach and warm afternoons that illuminated a canvas of orange, yellow and red across the countryside. It was the month of cranberry harvests, football games and the simple beauty of small-town fall.

Now that I call Kansas home, October feels a little different. The fall colors aren’t quite as bold, and sweater weather arrives fashionably late, but the season still carries its own charm. Combines hum steadily through fields, tractors plant wheat and grain trucks crisscross the highways. The landscape may look different, but the same spirit of productivi

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