A friend once expressed astonishment that I actually liked fall. "All that death and decay!" she exclaimed in horror. But it just doesn't strike me that way. Maybe because getting into flannel pj's and settling in with a good book and a glass of wine on a chilly evening is so lovely, and the way the overwintering insects, other animals, and plants prepare to go to sleep for the winter seems so akin to that settling-in to me. Not like death at all.
And the excited chatter of the birds pausing to refuel in our trees sounds more like pre-vacation hubbub than the start of a forced march south.
As ever, this fall saw us trekking out to a pumpkin patch, where we took pictures that we've taken a zillion times before and will no doubt snap again in future.
|It's a very, very sincere pumpkin patch.|
|Never noticed how much corn buttress roots look like dinosaur feet...|
|...nor how much a corn tassel looks like a hydra.|
|This year the pumpkin farm added an adorable horsy tractor-train--quite amusing to see it chugging across the field from far away; you could only see the horses' heads over the corn stalks.|
|Rose hips in hedgerow.|
|Another sure sign of autumn: the pumpkin cannon, which can hurl|
a pumpkin across two fields and into a swamp.
|Picture 2,412,693 of our paper birch in fall splendor against blue sky.|
|I know we're very safety-conscious in the USA, |
but are falling leaves really that heavy?
|Autumn also means maple pumpkin cupcakes from Cupcake Royale.|
Nothing sad or decaying about that!