Oh blessed October.
The leaves are slowly drifting onto the surface of the pond and the geese are our frequent visitors.
This crape myrtle is next to my art house and while I'm not sure if it was Mr Byron's great-grandmother that planted it- I like to imagine that it was she. During the summer it's blooms are that old fashioned lavenderish color- not my most favorite but I wouldn't trade it for the world. But when October and the season change arrives the foliage glows in the morning light.
Ah.... I do love life on the farm with partial sunrise and full sunsets.
Thank you, Lord.