“Autumn, the year’s last, loveliest smile.”–William Cullen Bryant
The farm is exploding with the simple joy of Fall. The scents are an intoxicating mix of drying corn leaves, dusty weeds; the air so buoyant it feels like a carnival.
Fall has it’s own mix of flowers; washing over the land to collide with the changing of the leaves upon the trees
A walk, or ride, or to work on the land is like staring into a world being created by Picasso or Dr. Seuss.
The nights are cool, with morning bordering on cold
The golden corn sings and sighs in the breezes and protests mighty in heavy winds
A storm came in on Wednesday the air hazy with the promise of moisture. The clouds brooding and sullen, dropping rain in the canyons. Not a good thing with harvest.
Still the weeds, the grasses, and all the plants and flowers sing out HOPE! Hope for the coming of Spring. Hope for the new dawn of awaking, after a long rest in winter.
After all Hope never dies out.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 
Great shots! Those colors are incredible. You are so right. It’s like Seuss and Picasso all rolled into one!
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Yes! Brilliant flings of color everywhere.
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This is a beautiful tribute to the last lovely smile that is autumn.
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Soon the trees will change color and brighten the world. October is always so very beautiful.
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What a lovely way to look at the beginning of fall. You are a poet! You make my heart sing!
Katie
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You make my heart sing. I’m really not much of a poet, nothing rhymes or has meters or anything, but I thank you for the compliment!
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You really do write the most beautiful words Linda –
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aw, geez, heck, thank you, Pat!
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We’re getting that rain here today. My corn got a frost so it’s making that full fall sound too.
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We’ve had rain. No more rain until the pintos are in…we are hoping. I’m ready for a killing frost. I’m getting tired of the yard…I know, who would have thought hearing me say that.
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We had frost the other night…I’m ready to be done with this yard too…at least most of the garden is done.
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I’ve had a pretty yard this year, but keeping it watered has been a huge job. I don’t know if I’m getting old or if it really was a huge job.
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I think the landscapes are Dr Seuss-y, not Picasso, but then I really never aged out of my love of children’s literature. But more importantly, your words described the look, feel, and scent of the land so beautifully. And now — your wood is put by and you can (I hope) take it just a teeny bit easier for a few months while you dream and hope of the coming of spring.
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It slows down some, but not fully until the corn is in. Then we can rest some.
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Oh Linda .. Your words are heavenly. How I love reading your posts .. It’s a journey through your eyes and words ..hugs
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I thank you. I hope I can give to those that read a love of the earth, the sky, and our farm.
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You do 😃
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