Last night while out walking I noticed a few golden and red leaves strewn here and there in the back pasture. This morning I almost needed a sweater when I was out walking the dogs. And then I noticed my steps full of pumpkins. I picked them last night. It's coming. The bug songs are changing. The hours of sunlight are shifting. It will be here soon.
I know there are probably two camps out there. Some of you want to hold onto Summer with all your might. And others of us are reaching for Fall, trying to pull it closer, urging it to get here just a little faster.
One woman's story of her little farm and old general store...decorating, yard sales, vintage, trash to treasure, the garden, family, friends, the beagles, the cats and one wonderful, amazing husband- otherwise known as the Fella.