“There is something incredibly nostalgic and significant about the annual cascade of autumn leaves.”
~ Joe L. Wheeler
The last of the summer grass is long and lush and sweet.
The wind by turn blows warm and then cold.
The leaves are tumbling down, making a pretty carpet upon the lawn.
The air is rich with the fragrant smoke of burning camphor and eucalyptus branches as farmers light their burn piles.
The fields are full of new calves, noses wet with milk as they push at their mothers’ full udders.
My basket is full of crisp apples. Soup bubbles on the stove.
I love this time of year!
