The Fall of the Year

Hello there. How was your weekend? Ours was as beautiful as ever. Here's what life looked like at the Thompson's.

A Fall Song

Golden and red trees Nod to the soft breeze, As it whispers, “Winter is near;” And the brown nuts fall At the wind’s loud call, For this is the Fall of the year.

Goodbye, sweet flowers! Through bright Summer hours You have filled our hearts with cheer We shall miss you so, And yet you must go, For this is the Fall of the year.

Now the days grow cold, As the year grows old, And the meadows are brown and sere; Brave robin redbreast Has gone from his nest, For this is the Fall of the year.

I do softly pray At the close of day, That the little children, so dear, May as purely grow As the fleecy snow That follows the Fall of the year.

~Ellen Robena Field

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Comments

[Ruthie ~Sugar Pie Farmhouse]

There's a whole lotta pumpkin-joy happening at your place! Absolutely beautiful!!

[Monica]

I love your pictures :) And you are so blessed to live where you do with an abundance of farms in every direction. Thanks for sharing your fall pictures, and the little poem.

[Jennifer Wood]

So incredibly beautiful...