Last week I took some moments to capture color on the trees… and take a coffee break with the husband… and build memories to hold till autumn comes back next year.
The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools. – Henry Beston
I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion. – Henry David Thoreau