In late October, the air freshened and the sky changed from hazy to jewel-like, as though the crisp fall breezes had cleansed away dust and haze to reveal deeper shades of blue.
|Hay bale jumping, the farm boy's joy! Our middle grandson, age 3, knows no fear.|
|This is our oldest grandson and our yellow lab, Moose, who had to be boosted onto the hay bales (he weighs 80 pounds). Yes, I hurt my back.|
|This is how little boys help their grandmother rake leaves.|
|Red maple tree turned to burnished orange in the afternoon sun.|
|Our middle grandson loves hedgeballs, especially throwing them, which is how this one ended up in a carpet of maple leaves.|
|Most authors do not make very much money. Case in point, my eleven year old Ford Escape in the photo above. But a sugar maple frame makes even my dusty ol' ride look purty.|
|The light! The vivid color! Thank You Lord, for October beauty.|