Orange Is the Color of the Month

I can't see pumpkins without remembering when I was recovering from the runaway car accident caused when I stopped to pickup a pumpkin from the garden. 

I was telling the PT in the nursing home/rehab center how it happened: 

"So I wanted to get a pumpkin for the front porch-" I began, and she burst out laughing.

"PUMPkin," she chortled. "Pump-kin. You ain't from here, are you?"

Curses! I'd learned to say tater for potato and mater for tomato and baccer for tobacco, but the local pronunciation punkin hadn't quite sunk in.

No matter. The therapist treated me very well, despite my status as a foreigner, excuse me, furriner. 

 

Getting Ready

A prediction of lows in the 30's for the weekend, had us scurrying around yesterday. John made a trip for more K-1 (which has pretty much doubled in price, thanks to the Republicans and their senile egomaniac of a president,) and Justin came up to move some big pots of plants indoors (a fifty + year old ficus tree, rosemary, lavender, basil, and a few others.) And almost all the hay we need for the winter has been delivered. It's a bit like the squirrels that are frantically storing walnuts and buckeyes. 

And it's a good feeling, as the days grow ever shorter, to be turning my thoughts to soups and stews and perhaps a bit of baking. Fall brings out the hobbit in me.

Spring is still my favorite season, but now, in my old age, Fall is a very close second. The comfy clothes, the slower rhythms, firelight . . . oh, yes!

And, pretty much as predicted, around 6:15 the wind picked up and and gray clouds moved in from the west. By 7:45 it was raining and the temperature had dropped appreciably.

Time to go close that last open window . . .

 

Autumn Sights

Tempting supermarket chrysanthemums . . .

Stocking up for the cold Time--we get hay for the cows . . . and the squirrels are  in a rush to be prepared . . .

Goldenrod in fields and on roadsides--and one volunteer in a porch pot of other flowers.

 

Autumn's Stained Glass

 

A Clear View

Getting ready for Fall. Time to wash the windows.

That's better--but it's better still to step out onto the porch for the last of the reflected sunset.

 

Fall Color and Turkeys

 

A Fallish Day

 

In Autumn's Cathedral

Autumn Road Trip! (To the Grocery Store)