We harvested our little crop of pumpkins...
They filled a mini basket, and got a wash and dry from small excited hands...
The hostas are blooming, a beautiful show to end the season.
The hydrangea blooms blush from the cool evenings.
Autumn pillows start to appear...
That night was the turning point in the season.
We had gone to bed in summer,
and awoke in autumn;
for summer passes into autumn in some imaginable
point of time,
like the turning of a leaf.
-Henry David Thoreau
I'm up to my ears with sweet children...Little Bird and her baby Bug are sweet and happy. Children are balm for my heart. Such joy, such sweetness and a tub of love to boot! Have a great day my friends.
That night was the turning point in the season.
We had gone to bed in summer,
and awoke in autumn;
for summer passes into autumn in some imaginable
point of time,
like the turning of a leaf.
-Henry David Thoreau
I'm up to my ears with sweet children...Little Bird and her baby Bug are sweet and happy. Children are balm for my heart. Such joy, such sweetness and a tub of love to boot! Have a great day my friends.
3 comments:
You know I agree when it comes to children. Yesterday at the bus stop a neighbor was surprised to see that I was still watching children. He said something like , "Wow, you have done this forever." Yep, and I will as long as I can. Children are therapy for my soul.
Those pumpkins are so sweet! I've always wanted to grow them, we tried one year but it didn't work. Glad to see you have some hydrangeas, ours never really bloomed due to the intense heat and drought conditions. The cold has actually helped them, I think, and today I cut about 5 blooms, the last and only of the season I'm afraid. Enjoy yours, and the kiddos too!
Little orange pumpkins with simplicity . . . the best!
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