Fall Colors II

Two Farms

I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.—Carl Sandburg

I think maybe the beautiful fall colors are at their peak. Because they will not last long, this morning I drove along Blacksmith Road and took pictures of part of my woods, which are to the left in the following pictures.

At the end of Blacksmith Road is one of my hayfields.

The hay, cut last month, is lined up along the edge of the woods. Soon it will be moved closer to home for Melody to eat.

After I left Polecat Creek Farm, I drove to my Union Hall farm and snapped a few pictures from the road.

There's an old tobacco barn hidden in the trees. See it?

Look closer.

The red leaves seem to float in the air.

The autumn woods are beautiful. But the beauty will not last. 

October's Party 
By George Cooper (1840-1927)

October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came—
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band.

The Chestnuts came in yellow,
The Oaks in crimson dressed;
The lovely Misses Maple
In scarlet looked their best;
All balanced to their partners,
And gaily fluttered by;
The sight was like a rainbow
New fallen from the sky.

Then, in the rustic hollow,
At hide-and-seek they played,
The party closed at sundown,
And everybody stayed.
Professor Wind played louder;
They flew along the ground;
And then the party ended
In jolly hands around.

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