|My daughter and I took Liam to the pumpkin patch, but it was too close to his nap time and we didn't get too many smiles, until he picked up a small white pumpkin and excitedly shouted, "Ball." and tossed it!|
Farmers were out in droves on tractors and farm equipment harvesting cornfields. It's that time of year. Winter wheat or hay is rolled into bundles, sustenance for the farm animals.
We enjoy driving the back roads through small towns. We came upon this ramshackle homestead, long abandoned. My imagination went wild. If I were younger, I would have gone into the home. I used to love doing that. To stand in silence and listen with my heart... to see, hear and feel the voices of the past. To discover the old sinks where dishes were hand washed and dried, antique ranges where some woman baked biscuits for her family. To connect with yesterday.
What is your greatest autumn treasure as the days begin to shorten and cooler weather prevails?