The morns are meeker than they were,
the nuts are getting brown,
The berry's cheeks is plumper,
the rose is out of town.
The maple wears a grayer scarf,
the field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I'll put a trinket on.
poem by Emily Dickinson
Such a beautiful autumn-like day it was here in NW Iowa.
No wind and not a cloud in the sky.
The lake looked like a piece of glass.
A perfect day to
do a little baking...
a little grilling...
putting some X's into linen...
I'll take a season of these sort of days!
Until next time,