On the first day of fall

I will miss the sound of the crickets, on nights when it takes more time than it should to quiet the day’s mind. This was just another thing to think about last night as the planet held even until too heavy with the fruits of summer’s labor, tipped over into autumn today. Still, the weather holds on to its warmer days even when the crisper morning air and cooler breezy nights lull the leaves toward the ground. For the first day of fall, we have been given the perfect start. Let the season change slowly, I say. Each step, small and measured, so we can take it all in while still lingering in the memory of the season past!

The farmer, who likes to take photos, finally caught his breath and got his camera out for me. The pictures, this week, beginnings (for us) at a season’s end.

Heirloom Corn


Many Kinds!


So Good!

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