We returned home late Saturday night and when we awoke on Sunday morning the world around us was a bit different.
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The color has passed it's "peak" and many trees now show the bareness of their winter frames;
strong, enduring.
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The Indian Summer seems to have moved on, and temperatures are cooler, calmer.
They allow us to enjoy them with windows wide,
yet I am oh so happy to enter the cocoon of my home as the evening crisps.
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I am presented with a sense of profound sadness, yet solice and a feeling of enthusiasm for what the amazing changes of season have to offer.
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It was time, so we had the kids (ours and our farm partner's in crime) pick all of the gourds on our surprise, volunteer plant by the barn. What a great haul! They make our families boast of the amazing bounty from a single seed, that someday will become little birdhouses full of seeds!
Oh, what fun to make them into birdhouses! We're just beginning to turn color down here. Still lots of green! We don't normally peak until about the first week or so of November.
ReplyDeleteI love the shot of those gourds. I've never seen them as birdhouses - hope you post those pics, too!
ReplyDeleteWe're still green (and warm!) like around Jillsy's house :)