Or just leave town...
No rolls of hay here.
Everything's washed clear.
Mosquitoes still sting.
With an algae coating.
Sweaters and jackets come out.
If I find them, no doubt.
No nannies in my park.
They're afraid of the shark.
No..but clams and mussels abound.
Just barnacles I fear.
Tis a beautiful early fall day,
for a walk we go, come what may.
Just ambling, looking about,
wondering what has changed during the summer.
Golden rod in perfusion along the road,
sneezing and scratching soon pursuing,
ah they get to me,
they take me back to my itchy sister.
Queen Anne’s lace around one house
reminds me of my grandmother.
She liked it very much,
but oh did it make her scratch.
Mums full of buds,
soon they will begin to open,
fall flowers oh so pretty,
makes me think of football games.
Rolls of hay in the fields,
remember when we got it up loose?
Now haying is near automated,
one man and his trusty tractor.
Hear squawking, look up high
flocks of geese returning from their daily feeding.
Soon vees will be flying south,
when you see, you know cold weather is a following.
The little pond down at Murphy’s
has lots of leaves a floating.
Some trees are a turning,
soon the pond will be covered.
Shirt sleeves and shorts, clothes of the day,
but soon it will be sweaters and jackets,
frost will be arriving,
you can see yourself a breathing.
Movies and TV show nannies in the park,
fancy prams, well dressed toddlers a looking.
Here in the country
mothers are too busy a tending.
When acorns turn that special brown and begin to fall,
definitely a sure sign that is fall.
Collect some the squirrels do not get,
carve them into little baskets.
Butternut squash big and yellow,
soon it will be on our table.
Pumpkins all turned orange,
won’t be long until pie making.
Apples getting ripe,
trees all green with lovely red fruit.
Many varieties, many sizes,
got to make some cider.
Signs of fall everywhere, temperature a dropping,
soon the leaves will be falling,
oh my, we will be raking.
It was a glorious season.
By Sharon (ByGolly25@aol.com)
Through the field a stroll
Holding a bit of coal
It didn't stop the sneeze
Brought him to his knees
Goldenrod took its toll
In the loft he did play
With his lady friend a roll in the hay
His wife came in
Saw his sin
The funeral was held right away
Nannies in the park
Oh how did those goats get there
Put there as a lark?
I didn't do it this I swear
Perhaps they escaped
From some old farmer's ranch
Or a children's zoo
And found the park by chance
Nannies in the park
Its such a amazing sight
But Nannies in the park
Somehow just ain't right
Children laugh in glee
At goats invading the park
But I promise it wasn't me
Who brought them as a lark
By Cottage Lady (Patience@bresnan.net)
Fall is and always has been my favorite time of year. The air is crisp, warm days, cool nights, sky so blue, smell of wood smoke in the air, the crunch of crisp apples, and so much more. There was usually fabulous foliage in New England that took our breath away. It was always a wonderful time to cook up some soups and one-dish meals. This was one of our favorites so I thought I would share it….
Butternut Squash and Apple Soup
1 medium butternut squash
1 medium onion chopped
2 TBSP butter
1 tsp curry powder
2 medium apples (cored/peeled/chopped)
˝ tsp dried thyme
1 quart chicken stock
salt and pepper to taste
˝ cup heavy cream (or half and half)
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Cut squash in half, scoop out seeds, brush with oil and place cut side down on cookie sheet; bake 30 to 45 minutes till tender.
While squash is baking, chop apples and onions. When squash is done, remove it to cool. Melt butter in heavy pot, add onion and cook until soft but not brown. Add curry powder and stir one minute more. Add apple. Then stir squash into the pot, some salt, thyme, and chicken stock. Bring to a boil and summer gently for 15 minutes. Remove solids to blender or food processor, puree until smooth, adding liquid as needed. Return to pot, bring to boil and then remove from the heat. Salt and pepper to taste and tablespoon of cream just before serving.
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It's Never Too Late
Last of Summer Days (several authors)
Tinges of Fall in the Air (several authors)
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