It seems each morning now, the temperature dips a little lower. Soon, we'll have our first freeze.
Yesterday, Amy harvested the pumpkins and gourds from our garden. I love the colors!
I did some deadheading and cleaning up in the flower beds.
And we picked an autumn bouquet for the table.
This season conjures up so many feelings for me-sadness over the ending of another summer, nostalgia for times gone by, a sense of urgency that I must prepare for the coming winter, and a feeling of excitement over something I can never quite put my finger on. It’s the time of year for woolen coats, and hearty soups and sidewalks scattered with fallen leaves. It’s the potion of the calendar that I love most of all.
Happy fall, my dear readers! Here’s wishing each of you the best these golden months have to offer.