Summer seems as though it has gone by way too fast, and although my favorite season is Autumn, I am still sad to see the leaves change there color and the flowers slowly die.
Well... I should not be too quick to say that, as I see so much beauty in this one season.
It seems to me that there is nothing more pleasant, then to sit outside around the campfire and roast hot dogs and marshmallows while the cool wind gently weaves around you. I love the feeling of wearing a sweater and hat as we go for long walks down the road and through the fields, arriving home with cheeks red from the cool biting wind against them.
The feeling of the brisk air in the morning when you step outside to watch the sunrise. The trees changing color, although sad to some, leaves me with the feeling that everything is slowly closing for the long winter ahead, and it is just going to sleep,only to awaken when the long winter months have finally come to there close.
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Apples from our neighbor's apple tree, waiting to be made into apple pies.
It seems to me that there is nothing more pleasant, then to sit outside around the campfire and roast hot dogs and marshmallows while the cool wind gently weaves around you. I love the feeling of wearing a sweater and hat as we go for long walks down the road and through the fields, arriving home with cheeks red from the cool biting wind against them.
The feeling of the brisk air in the morning when you step outside to watch the sunrise. The trees changing color, although sad to some, leaves me with the feeling that everything is slowly closing for the long winter ahead, and it is just going to sleep,only to awaken when the long winter months have finally come to there close.
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Apples from our neighbor's apple tree, waiting to be made into apple pies.
My cute little nephew :)
Meggie...
Tomatoes in the garden.
And we have now discovered pumpkins!
The front porch
The table set for dinner.
Dinner on the stove.
Art.
Freshly made apple pies!
:~Hello Autumn~:
I hear the songs, of autumn singing,
The wind, it hurries through the trees.
The air is getting crisper daily,
A chilly nip, is in the breeze.
The katydids, in raspy chorus,
and crickets too, join in the song.
Reminder that, there comes upon us,
another season, won't be long.
The birds now gather, for their journey,
they gossip loudly, as they fly.
Their destination, still uncertain,
just heading south, to warmer skies.
And even butterflies, are going,
their darting seems, to have no plan.
But if we study them, more closely,
they're headed south, to warmer land.
The forest dressed, in all its splendor,
intoxicating, views abound.
All up and down, our lovely valley,
and mountain sides, of country towns.
The leaves are searching, for a new home,
they flutter down, on wings of gold.
The trees they left, are looking lonesome.
abandoned soon, to winters cold.
The pumpkins waiting, for the kitchen,
with shocks of corn, in fields once green.
The season soon, will call together,
our friends and kin, so long unseen.
Boots and mittens, make their showing,
with Christmas things, on shelves in stores.
Lawn mowers now, go on vacation,
snow shovels soon, prepare for chores.
There seems to be, a certain sadness,
another year, has come and gone.
The next one waits, around the corner,
adventures new, and memories born.
Already daffodils, are planning,
to welcome back, from its sojourn.
Their faces searching, toward the heavens,
first robin here, on its return.
:: Nevin Hawlman ::
~Julia
