Autumn Is Here

It is the summer’s great last heat, 
It is the fall’s first chill: They meet. 

–Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt

Autumnal Equinox

Happy First Day of Fall, everyone.  I feel like this autumn season is FLYING.  My dad was right when he used to warn us that time speeds up as you get older (and more miserable).  Made a corn stalk run last night and will be doing up the porch this weekend in the cooler temps.  I swear unto GOD I will savor this stuff and slow time down whilst I do.

More Photos From The Season

Yard Pumpkin

Remembering Glowing Grins And Fiery Eyes

Happy Autumn

It's finally here.
Breezy morning here, going up to 72 degrees. 
Drinking coffee on the porch earlier as some CHURCH incense was burning to keep the mosquitoes away.

Seemed fitting to post this [very] small teaser for Halloween 2018:  CHURCH.

All Are Welcome!

Portsmouth, NH

Photo contests over the years, many of them featuring photographs of Haunted Overload props. Great photos here.
New Hampshire looks like a mighty great place to be in the Fall.


Image source.

Farewell Summer

There are those days which seem a taking in of breath which, held, suspends the whole earth in its waiting. Some summers refuse to end.
So along the road those flowers spread that, when touched, give down a shower of autumn rust. By every path it looks as if a ruined circus had passed and loosed a trail of ancient iron at every turning of a wheel. The rust was laid out everywhere, strewn under trees and by riverbanks and near the tracks themselves where once a locomotive had gone but went no more. So flowered flakes and railroad track together turned to moulderings upon the rim of autumn.
"Look, Doug," said Grandpa, driving into town from the farm. Behind them in the Kissel Kar were six large pumpkins picked fresh from the patch. "See those flowers?"
"Yes, sir."
"Farewell summer, Doug. That's the name of those flowers. Feel the air? August come back. Farewell summer."

From FAREWELL SUMMER, by Ray Bradbury
(Temps mostly in the 70's all week - hopefully summer is dead)