" Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower "
I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house.
So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air.-
The hazy, cloudless skies of Indian Summer.
Leaves scurrying down the street before the wind.
The cold shiver from an arctic blast.
The last warmth of the sun.
Chilly mornings and glorious warm afternoons.
The Harvest Moon.
The Rainy Season.
Dry corn stalks clattering in the wind.
The touch of frost on grass and window pane.
The smell of burning leaves.- Keith C. Heidorn