Sea of Yellow

Today is the first of November, I'm feeling a bit melancholy. Is it the gray sky, the obviously frost bit leaves of the hosta or thinking about the end of my favorite time of year, autumn? Stop, Fran! This day is bright with yellow! The air is crisp! We celebrate a wonderful harvest! The yard is a feast for the eyes! Each of the seasons of the year in Michigan have their own reward! Here I share the beauty of fallen leaves. I just couldn't stay inside and not capture this on my camera.

Now is the time to cut those hydrangea blossoms and fill vases in the house and soon to fill window boxes and planters with the holly berries and greens God provides in nature. Before too long I'll post the nostalgic pictures of softly fallen snow on the branches of the evergreens and each branch outlined in white. A snow bird, I am not. It must by my deep Midwest roots that gives me pleasure in each season.