When the trees their summer splendor
Change to raiment red and gold,
When the summer moon turns mellow,
And the nights are getting cold;
When the squirrels hide their acorns,
And the woodchucks disappear;
Then we know that it is autumn,
Loveliest season of the year.
Carol L. Riser
I wish you a happy November
„Even if something is left undone, everyone must take time to sit still and watch the leaves turn.”
Photos were taken with the assistance of Mrs. Eva L.