When the trees their summer splendor
Change to raiment red and gold,
When the summer moon turns mellow,
And the nights are getting cold;
When the squirrels hide their acorns,
And the woodchucks disappear;
Then we know that it is autumn,
Loveliest season of the year.
Charlotte L. Riser
Sharing a bit of our Autumn home
It's a brisk morning, gentle wind, Autumn leaves are falling and dancing to the ground...they are calling me to come work in the yard...what a beautiful morning to trim up the gardens for their forthcoming winter sleep.