I have always loved this poem from Emily Dickinson.
The morns are meeker than they were.
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry's cheek is plumper.
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I'll put a trinket on.
Yesterday was a very unseasonable start to November. It was in the mid 60s and sunny as could be. The kids and I took the opportunity to enjoy the fall weather outside. We borrowed the neighbor's yard and tree and leaves for a fun afternoon.
I told Ben I really wanted a burning bush because I have always loved them. It is really beautiful, but no one can see it because we have a political sign that they put right in front of it. Oh well. It looks like it should survive the winter just fine. Next year there will be no political signs to block everyone from seeing it.
The leaves off our neighbor's tree are huge!My phone is in there for comparison.
Here is Roxy. The neighbor's dog. The kids love her, and she loves the kids. They race and play games . She always insists on coming out when she hears Russell and Meghan outside.
I put the Thanksgiving decorations up. They are some of my favorite ones to put up each year. Two years ago I got the pilgrims, and then this year I splurged on the cornucopia. I'll have to get more fruit for it because all I have is grapes.
