“We abuse land because we see it as a commodity belonging to us. When we see land as a community to which we belong, we may begin to use it with love and respect.” ― Aldo Leopold

Beginning the fall corn harvest.

Fall is my favorite season.  This wasn't the best year for fall color.  It was so dry, many of the leaves went from green to gone. Still I love:  Crisp, cool weather; Gold and red leaves; My favorite sweaters; Hot chocolate in the morning; Apple cider donuts; Bugs are gone; Long walks down country lanes.  
                                               

Maple leaves turn black in the courtyard.

Light drives lower and one bluejay crams

our cold memories out past the sun,

 By Annie Finch

 Every day the Jays show up shouting for their peanuts.

Queen Ann's lace and chicory on a bright fall morning.