October 9, 2011
Vibrant yellow, hues of orange, brilliant morning sun shining like a beacon on the trees. The faint whiff of a smoldering fire that burned leaves the day before. Sleepy dogs laying peacefully on the front porch. Half-harvested bean fields and corn fields as far as the eye can see. There's a thin 'fog' from moisture mixing with gravel roads hanging in the cool morning air. A walnut falls from the tree and disturbs the silence. Summer passes, Fall is alive and well in the rural scene in which I live my life. I am in love with it all!