In the autumn of my childhood, the air was crisp and clear, Vs of gees were flying South overhead for the winter, the fields hummed with farm equipment busy with harvest, and the yard boasted one of mother's favorite fall displays---a shock of corn in the midst of pumpkins and gourds. We always took a trip to the apple orchard for mother to purchase apples for the winter, some to can for pies and some to store in the storm cellar where shelves were lined with canned garden bounty, and there were bins for potatoes and apples. I loved the apple barns, where bushel baskets of a variety of apples released their sweet fragrance, and there were always free samples of sweet cider. Happy memories.
Credit for the boy with wheelbarrow goes to Jesse Wilcox-Smith, and the quote is by Robert Schuller.
(I'm posting quite early, since I'll be gone for the rest of today). Thanks for stopping by!