Tuesday

We are at a seasonal turning point. Up until now, you could make excuses: fall is so pretty, fall is so colorful, fall is so photogenic! Those maple tree leaves, those pumpkins, and the cranes! Asters, mums -- all so beautiful, especially on a sunny day, and by the way, fall offers many sunny days. Yay fall!

But at some point, the color fades. The winds blow off the leaves, the last phlox puts out its last sweet little flower, the frost comes, the branches grow bare. In Wisconsin, this happens toward the end of October. In other words, now.

It's a slow transition, but to me -- an obvious one. Right now, I still admire what's left of the garden, but you have to have a cup half full mindset to call it really pretty.






Our big maples are still full of leaves, but the birches are bare and the crab apples are on their way to shedding all that lovely gold.

Nonetheless, it's a pretty day. Sunny, cool, energizing!

Breakfast, of course...






And then I run out to do some errands for my Mom. This puts me right by the Capitol -- a splendid sight on a blue sky day!





I find an hour, too, to work on those lotus seed pots. Ed and I are making quite the pile.  Bonfire material!

Ah, but here's someone who is happy with the coming of winter! I pick up Snowdrop at school and find her...

...sooooo ready for snow!






In the alternative, we take a walk to the park.






A bit nippy there, by the lake!






We make out way back to the farmette.

(Her interest in raking never lasts long.)






Too many books to read, too many stories to tell!






The last few days of pretty fall. After that comes the "interesting" half of the season.