英语翻译Deep autumn was birthday time for Francesca,and cold rai

英语翻译
Deep autumn was birthday time for Francesca,and cold rain swept against her frame house in the south Iowa countryside.She watched the rain,looked through it toward the hills along Middle River,thinking of Richard.He had died on a day like this,eight years ago,from something with a name she would rather not remember.But Francesca thought of him now and his sturdy kindness,his steady ways,and the even life he had given her.
The children had called.Neither of them could make it home again this year for her birthday,though it was her sixty-seventh.She understood,as she always did.Always had.Always would.They were both in midcareer,running hard,managing a hospital,teaching students,Michael getting into his second marriage,Carolyn struggling with her first.Secretly she was glad they never seemed to arrange a visit on her birthday; she had her own ceremonies reserved for that day.
This morning her friends from Winterset had stopped by with a birthday cake.Francesca made coffee,while the talk ran to grandchildren and the town,to Thanksgiving and what to get for Christmas for whom.The quiet laughter and the rise and fall of conversation from the living room were comforting in their familiarity and reminded Francesca of one small reason why she had stayed here after Richard's death.

秋天是生日时深卡和冰冷的雨席卷了反对她的木屋爱荷华州南部农村.她看了看这雨,沿着河流向山上的中间,Richard.他死于这样的一天,8年前,从某样东西,一名她宁愿不记得.但是现在,他的思想卡他坚固的好意,他稳定的方式,甚至生命,他给了她.
孩子们打过电话.他们能回家,今年参加她的生日,虽然它是她的sixty-seventh.她明白,因为她总是那样.始终.总是会.他们俩在midcareer奔跑、管理、医院、教学的学生,迈克尔进入他的第二次婚姻,卡洛琳挣扎着她的第一.她很高兴,他们从来没有秘密似乎安排参观她的生日,她有她自己的仪式保留我的),直到那日.
今天早上她的朋友已经停止用事务所的生日蛋糕.弗兰西斯卡煮咖啡,而谈,孙子和城镇,感恩节和圣诞节收到.安静的笑声和起伏的谈话,从起居室是安慰自己熟悉的一个小卡让她呆在这里的原因后,理查德的死亡.