Harvest Home
by Arthur Guiterman
The maples flare among the spruces,
The bursting foxgrape spills its juices,
The gentians lift their sapphire fringes
On roadways rich with golden tinges,
The waddling woodchucks fill their hampers,
The deer mouse runs, the chipmunk scampers,
The squirrels scurry, never stopping,
For all they hear is apples dropping
And walnuts plumping fast and faster;
The bee weighs down the purple aster---
Yes, hive your honey, little hummer,
The woods are waving, "Farewell, Summer."
Every day brings just a little more change in the Fall colors. This is what we've been seeing this past week or so. :-)
Slight changes happening downtown...
(Oct. 8)
(Oct. 9)
You know, I always obey this sign...
but do you think it could use an exclamation point about this time of year? ;-)
(Oct. 9)
You will see these burning bushes from the front of the house
(with a couple of rhododendrons sandwiched in between).
The back side of the bush was pretty, too
especially contrasted with the green hostas
that seem to be hugging the ground.
(Oct. 14)
(Oct. 15) A cloudy day.
We are now looking up at our Shagbark Hickory
on the south (woodsy) side of the house.
(Oct. 14)
I'm enjoying this Fall weather. I've planted a few bulbs and will be happy to see the flowers next Spring! I have a few tulips to plant... just couldn't resist trying a few. I'll probably lay hardware cloth over the ground until Spring!! Perhaps that'll keep the rodents from digging down to them.
Hope you're enjoying this Autumn weather.
SG
