A Little Autumn Color

I almost never like to leave the farm for any length of time for fear of missing something wonderful in the ever changing cycle of the seasons. In spring I want to be here for the first crocus, the daffodils, the tulips. In summer it's the first tomatoes, the new green beans, the corn. There's always something about to bloom or ripen -- and now it's the leaves, edging toward their fall glory.

The Virginia creeper has gone red, as have the dogwoods, and the maples are just beginning to turn.

We'll be back on Monday -- surely I won't miss too much.

I hope to be able to access the Internet from our hotel room. If so, you'll hear from me tomorrow. If not -- till Monday!