Everyone except me.
It's not that I dislike it, but I'm more aware than ever that it signals Winter's imminent descent. He's extra mean here in Northern Indiana, what with the lake effect snow and all.
And yo, I feel like Summer was a total gyp. I had already lost my flip flop tan-lines by late June.
But I'll admit - I've always had a thing for hay bales.
Especially when they sit in my pasture.Before we were married, I made Cory take a bunch of pictures with me by some random bales in a nearby field. We ended up in a fight, but I don't remember why. I was always picking fights back then... what a waste of time.
In other Fallish news, our puny, infantile apple trees are trying to toughen up as the temperatures dip. It's only been in the 40's here at night, but I can hear their knees knocking from our bedroom window. Keeps me up.
I did, however, stumble upon these world-weary fellas over on County Road 11. They are such over-achievers that they require wooden stilts to keep their heavy-laden branches from snapping.
We get it. You don't have to be so showy and braggy.
I thought about lightening their load a little bit, but just as I was about to abandon my good moral judgment for a shiny Macintosh I saw a horse and buggy headed my way and the horse spooked me.Sometimes God truly does move in mysterious ways.
At any rate, tomorrow I will be braving the wind and rain to hunt down some mums. I am going to sip a mug of instant cider in the morning, then don my favorite gold sweater.
In short - I'm finally going to get with the program.
