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Fresh cut flowers from the garden…and warming up with hot chocolate after picking them. Ironic, huh?

There’s something I enjoy about every season–the newness of spring, all the free time and excitement of summer, the end of winter (😉), but what I love most about autumn is its irony.


While our first crop of pink lady apples is ripening in the higher branches, some of the lower branches have decided to give it a go and have produced flowers and new leaves this week.


The grass is still puttering along and needing to be mowed, we have to bundle up while doing it.

Having a coloring picnic while I mowed.
We’re sweating while hauling wood that will keep us and others warm in the chilly winter.

While most animals have finished raising their young for the year, our turkeys are still sitting on clutches of eggs, trying to hatch one more batch before its too cold.

Goldie trying to be inconspicuous.
In autumn, the skies may be dreary and gray, but the trees are a brilliant, fiery display.

I find it extremely ironic that when the weather starts turning cold, that’s when swimming begins…🤔🏊🏻‍♂️😂

Waiting for Evelyn to finish swim practice.

There are so many things I love about autumn–apples are my favorite fruit, the trees are gorgeous, the days are warm, the nights are cool, the biting flies are disappearing, it’s *technically* my birthday season, and I get my fill of Halloween. The irony of autumn only adds to what I love about this time of year.

Helping a friend get their wood stacked for winter.


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