Fall's Fashion Show

The season of fall offers up so much beauty that I find I want to hold it close to my heart and cry out ... 

Slow!  

Slow down!  

Leaves... 

Stop falling... 

Just wait, please wait.  

Don't fall today, 

Hold on tight, don't let go...

Our blazing Red Maple just outside my back porch that we planted this spring

But, the fashion show of fall continues, 

with each leaf that changes color 

Drifting slowly down the main stage,

 amidst the silent applause 

of the drifting clouds above.  

The bright colors of this maple bring joy to my heart that such a beautiful tree is growing in our yard. 

A close-up picture of one of the red leaves on the tree

Looking close

A drop of water on the leaf 

Oh the mysterious joy of it all. 

This mountain ash grows far behind the house 

deep in our woods, 

its beauty showcased silently, 

but not unappreciated. 

Our family went on a hike through our woods to the tree farm behind us.  For many days now, logging trucks have been chugging by our house, throwing up dust into every nook and cranny of our home.

It always saddens me to see the beautiful trees cut down from their stately views.

We hiked on to the overlook of the sleepy little town we live close to.

Roger saw something in the distance that concerned him.  Funny, he wouldn't speak of it. I'm sure he didn't want to worry us, as he had it under control.

Annie was oblivious to whatever Roger was intrigued by.  She was just happy to be with all of us.

The sadness of the bare ground where once these trees once stood.

We may not have the magnificent hues of the northeast, but we do have lovely shades of color.

Fall is so lovely, bursting with color... one just wants it to last forever!

This deer crossed the road just in front of us.

Back at home... a lazy Simba... always in need of cuddles.

A new life on the farm... this sweet baby chick was born last Friday.  I'm glad that I was able to get this quick picture of her.  At least I think it was a her.  I will never know.

The next morning after I discovered she was born, I found her dead, pecked to death by another hen.  I was heartbroken.  I also found another chick that did not make it as well.  Chickens can be so cruel.

The skies are as full of color as the trees beneath them.

The brilliant shades of orange and purple make me want to touch my finger to the sky and see if it tastes like the cotton candy it reminds me of.

Night shades of our little maple growing grandly by the back porch.

I'm dazzled by her beauty already.  I want more! We must plant more, I tell my husband!

On a late evening walk, when the skies were gently closing the door on the sunlight's retreat, I saw these two girls watching us.  Or should I say, Annie saw them first.  She was very quiet and let me just enjoy their presence.

We stood still and watched them. Annie was quiet, but quivering.  I enjoyed the still moment while it lasted.

Soon the darkening shadows were falling, and we backed away.  Well, Annie was a bit like Lot's wife. She watched them as I walked forward, her gaze never leaving them until they were gone.

It was actually still daylight in this picture, but I loved the soft hues of the darkening shadows as we walked home.

The gentle fog hung over the valley in patches of its own design.

The gentle light of twilight was fading fast.  I enjoyed a hot cup of eggnog tea and a shortbread cookie sent to me in a lovely package by a new friend, Denise when I got home.

Mr. Sal... our chicken rooster... he is scared of everything.. perhaps because Pepper and he are now at odds.  I've not seen them fight... yet.  But he runs, fast.

I can't believe that I still have flowers blooming in the garden.  Such joy they still bring me.

And this one lonely sunflower finally bloomed, after slowly growing all summer long.  I've never heard of a sunflower just blooming in October.  I am going to save its seeds and plant them next year.  This is one determined plant!

I spotted snow atop the mountain west of us.  Winter is knocking at the door.  I hope Fall digs its heels in and stays a bit longer.

Annie doesn't agree with me.  Winter is her favorite season of the year. She is anticipating it.  I will embrace winter when he arrives... but no early welcomes from me yet.  I'm still hoping that fall will stay around a while.

Hold on fall... 

Enthrall us with your 

Fashion show

As long as you can. 

I'll be your audience 

As long as the show lasts.