I was walking in my yard this morning with Anneliese. As we walked the early morning silence was broken by the sounds of the Loons calling to each other on the lake below. It’s a soft, almost mournful sound that never fails to take my breath away.
I hurried Anneliese along, as I was still in my bathrobe and slippers and came in to start laundry and breakfast. So much to do on a cool, October day.
I looked at my garden and saw that it is nearly time to pull the last of my cucumber, and squash plants, while at the same time finally harvest my butternut squash. Yes, Autumn harvest is upon us.
The leaves are turning various shades of red, gold and orange, as the scenic railroad runs their sight seeing tours along the tracks below our home. It never fails to warm my heart to see the small children with their faces pressed against the glass looking out the window as the train passes by.
I am a lover of the Autumn. When there are fresh apples to eat, fires to be laid in the hearth and a sweater to wear while sipping my cup of hot tea. Life doesn’t get any better than this.






