And don't you think the trees themselves, especially those with mossy, warm caves, begin to think of the birds that will come — six, a dozen — to sleep inside their bodies? And don't you hear the goldenrod whispering goodbye, the everlasting being crowned with the first tuffets of snow?
As much as I complain about winter, the season before is always so beautiful up here in the North Country.
The smorgasbord of colors never ceases to take my breath away and makes me comment,
"How lucky are we to live in such a space filled with SO much splendor!"
This weekend was filled with cleaning up the yard and putting the garden beds to sleep. It's always such a bittersweet time. Grateful for all the bounty the gardens have given us yet sad to say goodbye to another summer. The summers always go by so quickly up here.
Time to gather up pumpkins to decorate in preparation for the fall season and to make our home feel cozy as the temperatures drop.
I'm extra excited to have my children all come home for Thanksgiving this year which has me looking forward to creating a warm welcome for them all. It's been awhile since we have all been able to gather together for a happy occasion!
I still can't resist scuffling through the fallen leaves and listen to their autumny crunch!
Can you?
The Woolen Rabbit 
You definitely do fall right where you live! Our flowers are still blooming and we’re still picking tomatoes and I’m hoping that first frost is still a few weeks off!
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I love the crunch of the leaves underfoot, the vibrant colors and wonderful scents, the crisp mornings, and the warm autumn afternoons. That said, I’m sad to say goodbye to the summer and glorious days on the lake. Bittersweet, as you said!
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