harvest time...

Sometimes I spot an absolutely perfect photo op...

This time it was a gorgeous autumn day and the pumpkins were out in all their glory!

... basking in the October sun...

How could you not love all of those bald orange heads!

 ...just waiting to be picked, taken home, carved and

 to be the one shining it's light through a dark, fall evening ...

...or maybe turned into a thousand pies!

Nothing signals the end of October like these giants of all veggies...

There they sit in fields and gardens, after months of care and attention...

 ...along with crisp apples, the last of the harvest.

And just like that, I woke this morning to frigid air.

As I walked with Griffin, my breath swirled around in the morning light.

A light frost covered the leaves.

Is it really time to say goodbye to summer?

I would say so!

Hello to my woolen hats and gloves.

Don the leather boots and light the stove.



"They’s something kindo’ harty-like about the atmusfere

When the heat of summer’s over and the coolin’ fall is here—

Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossums on the trees,

And the mumble of the hummin’-birds and buzzin’ of the bees;

But the air’s so appetizin’; and the landscape through the haze

Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days

Is a pictur’ that no painter has the colorin’ to mock—

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock."

James Whitcomb Riley