Bits Of The Garden...

still live.

A Killing Frost

and the garden wasn't through producing.

but the frost didn't care.

In anticipation, the sisters gathered,

and gathered,

and protected what they could.

Fall is definitely here.

The Farm Flourishes...

and fall is in the air.

Wordless This N That

The Hands That Rock Our World...

A picture taken by accident is my inspiration.  This is my oldest sister's hand, while working in the garden.  First a child, then a teacher and now retired.  She is our teacher, our matriarch and our treasure.  Marcy's hands hold the camera.

It is these hands that preserve our food,

and shell the peas.

These hands spoil my grandchildren,

encourage them to explore,

and make them smile.

These hands hold a dragonfly

until its wings dry from the rain.

They nurture us,

and every creature here...

Marcy's hands.

Despite The Heat and Lack of Rain...

We are blessed with growth.

Fried Green Tomatoes And All Things Fall

I can taste them!

Fall harvest

The autumn of my life is here and the autumn of the year. The mornings are chilly with a little bite in the air but it warms into a beautiful day. The rains have stopped for the moment and the mornings have a foggy look since the air is cooler than our water. Hubby has had a fire a couple of mornings.

Things still grow and Marcy is harvesting and putting up for winter. The squirrels are storing nuts too and it is a battle to see who gets the pecans first.

Fall is a sad time, an end of running barefoot through the grass and playing in the creek in the heat of the day. The grass will slow its growth and wait for the first frost to change it colors.
The leaves are beginning to turn and will soon turn loose and fall to the ground...