The leaves on the trees in our yard are just starting to turn. We have a good variety of Oak, Ash, Quaking Aspen, Pine, Locus and Sugar Maple turning rust, yellow and light orange. It reminds me of a poem:
I am rich today with autumn's gold,
All that my covetous hands can hold;
Frost-painted leaves and goldenrod,
A goldfinch on a milkweed pod,
Huge golden pumpkins in the field
With heaps of corn from a bounteous yield,
Golden apples heavy on the trees
Rivaling those of Hesperides,
Golden rays of balmy sunshine spread
Over all like butter on warm bread;
And the harvest moon will this night unfold
The streams running full of molten gold.
Oh, who could find a dearth of bliss
With autumn glory such as this!
- Gladys Harp
- Gladys Harp
Our home -with a couple Halloween decorations
The tree behind our van is just starting to turn
Pretty soon we'll have to rake a ton of leaves from off the ground. In the meantime Sarah & Emma love walking in the crisp leaves and listening to the crunching sound and throwing them in the air. I love crushing the acorns under my shoes. I also love the smell of smoke coming from chimney fires. I love the Fall!
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