Autumn Bliss

The Farm

Fall Away

Fall is here.  The air is cool and the trees are starting to turn that rich golden yellow that I would love to fill a canvas with.  It’s my favorite time of year.  Ironically, even if I didn’t know what month it was, my body, like clockwork,would let me know just fine.  I get sick for the week before the official date of fall every year.  My husband calls me a human barometer.  I don’t mind, it’s a small price to pay for the splendid colors that bestows itself upon us every year.