Falling Leaves

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Nippy weather tonight, frost on the pumpkins tomorrow. Lovely time of year. This picture reminds me of the fat concord grapes Dad used to buy. We would stop at a roadside table near the vineyard, and eat them on the way into town. They would be so ripe and warm, you could really taste the purple. Everyone must have loved that taste, most grape jelly comes close, and grape soda pop.

Bought grapes today. They were small and red and came in a zip lock plastic bag. The other choices were black or green grapes. They were nice, but not the grapes of memory. I guess the old Concord variety must not ship well.

Here’s an old poem I’ve always loved. Will only quote the first stanza of

“When the Frost is on the Punkin”

by James Whitcomb Riley.

WHEN the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock,

And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin’ turkey-cock,

And the clackin’ of the guineys, and the cluckin’ of the hens,

And the rooster’s hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;

O, it’s then the time a feller is a-feelin’ at his best,

With the risin’ sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,

As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.

Wish I could write something as lively and full of noise and images.  Great poem, quoted from Bartleby.com

If you have a favorite fall poem, please post.

Another beautiful fall image from Pinterest, this one reminds me of the pictures we drew with crayons of the sun. Hope your day has been beautiful too.

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