the passage into autumn
The slow transition into fall has officially begun. Misty mornings,
gentle hints of color from the trees, farmers burning their post-harvest mounds and filling the air with smoky, woody fragrance,
and stands filled with pumpkins and mums. It’s time for hearty soup, stew and
chili, woolly sweaters and bedtime with quilts pulled up closely. Autumn is not just a season, but for me it's
also a peaceful, comforting state of mind.
2 comments:
My favorite time of year - it hits every single sense!
I like the pumpkins tucked among the plants and the duck taking a drink of water. Most of our leaves have dropped by now.
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