Our Autumn Home

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.