As I sit and gather my thoughts this foggy morning, I am wishing for fall to arrive early. I love to see pumpkins on the ground while the apples are being harvested in the groves. Hay is being cut for the last time of the year, finding farmers asking themselves, "Will this be enough to get my livestock through winter?" The smell of applebutter will be stirring from my mother's kitchen as we prepare to can our final product for winter. The critters are scurrying on the grounds behind my home, gathering walnuts while fattening up for their winter's slumber. I love the canvas that my creator paints for me. Colored leaves, so vibrant at times, that one would believe the mountains are on fire with the reds, oranges, and yellows, glowing from the sun's rays.
Yes, I am hurrying for summer to be over. All of the plant life looks to be scalded from the severe heat and abundance of rain. I am not complaining about the rain, because within itself, it will fill our wells for future use.
Oh, How I wish that autumn would arrive.
Just reminiscing from fonder memories.