Wooly Socks And Flip-Flops

We've been spoiled up until this point, with warmer than usual days, many not requiring the wearing of a jacket.

The last few pleasant days of Autumn, with sunshine aplenty.

Last night, the  temperatures fell into the thirties, no more flip-flops, now the winter boots and woolly socks appear.

Mother Nature sprinkled the landscape with frost, just enough to decorate for the season.

The birds have taken to their nests, the turkeys lead their flocks to the nightly roost.

Winter days will soon be here,  but in just 119 short days, Spring will once again return.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools.”

~ Henry Beston : Northern Farm

And The Rains Came

A cozy steady rain has fallen all day, reminding me of home in England.
There were several Fall festivals planned this weekend, but sadly were canceled due to the downpours.
I sat on the porch as the rain clattered on the tin roof, and reminded my husband, that no amount of rain would ever cause a cancelation of anything in England, it was just something we co-existed with,  umbrellas and rain shoes were always part of our daily lives.
No inconvenience,  just sharing this incredible planet, we all call "home"....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How beautiful is the rain!

After the dust and heat,

In the broad and fiery street,

In the narrow lane,

How beautiful is the rain!

How it clatters along the roofs,

Like the tramp of hoofs

How it gushes and struggles out

From the throat of the overflowing spout!

Across the window-pane

It pours and pours;

And swift and wide,

With a muddy tide,

Like a river down the gutter roars

The rain, the welcome rain!

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sunshine Days

It's a balmy 80 degrees in our fair neck of the woods today.

Sunshine and blue skies.

Still no rain, but the weather gurus have gazed into their magic 8 balls and they tell us we are in the running for showers, possibly this weekend.

I'm doing a rain dance.

 

 

 

The Mister has headed to the creek to fish.

Savoring these last few chances to indulge, before Autumn's gentle days have disappeared.

 

 

The cats slept.

 

A Simple Day

 

 

Some days it's good to do nothing.

No deadlines to meet, no chores to complete, no lists to check twice.
A day to lounge in the comfort of your pajamas and woolly socks, to gaze out of the window and watch the falling leaves drift slowly to the ground.
A day for sipping cups of tea and curling up in a comfy chair with a portly feline at your side.
A simple day.

A Simple Day

 

 

Some days it's good to do nothing.

No deadlines to meet, no chores to complete, no lists to check twice.
A day to lounge in the comfort of your pajamas and woolly socks, to gaze out of the window and watch the falling leaves drift slowly to the ground.
A day for sipping cups of tea and curling up by the fireside with a portly feline at your side.
A simple day.

A Pottering Day

We were gifted with yet, another perfect Autumn day.
Blue skies and sunshine.

A day spent pottering about the garden, stacking plant pots, arranging shelves in the potting shed, dipping fallen-leaves from the pond.

The geese flew south overhead.

Squirrels busily transported their overwinter stash to secret hiding places.
Birds feathered their nests.

Wild turkeys led their flock to the nightly roost.

Autumn, the year’s last, loveliest smile.

~William Cullen Bryant

Simple Days

The most perfect of Autumnal days.
Sunshine a'plenty, low humidity, and flowers in bloom.

How I'll miss them when they're gone.

Pottering Days

We were gifted with yet, another perfect Autumn day.
Blue skies and sunshine.

A day spent pottering about the garden, stacking plant pots, arranging shelves in the potting shed, dipping fallen-leaves out of the pond.

The geese flew south overhead.
Squirrels busily transported their overwinter stash to secret hiding places.
Birds feathered their nests.
Wild turkeys led their flock to the nightly roost.



Autumn, the year’s last, loveliest smile.
~William Cullen Bryant