Even still a very pleasant walk taking in the all the sights and colors that are around me in my neck of the woods on this Blue Marble.
Pictures are of the morning walk back from the village I live in, along the 11th fairway on the local golf course that's a stone throw away from my old house. Also, to finish the walk I stopped to take a few pictures of the corn field that is part of my backyard.
FALL
by Aileen Fisher
The last of October
We lock the garden gate.
"The flowers alive all withered
That used to stand straight.
The last of October
We put the swings away
And the porch looks deserted
Where we like to play.
The last of October
The birds have all flown,
The screens are in the attic,
The sand pile's all gone;
Everything is put away
Before it starts to snow---
I wonder if the ladybugs
Have any place to go.
