Winter is an etching,
Spring a watercolor,
Summer an oil painting
and Autumn a mosaic of them all.
-Stanley Horowitz
We went to Linvilla Orchards yeasterday, with friends, as we do every year.
All autumnal rites were attended to.
Ducks were fed.
(This one was Jeff’s favorite.
Apparently he was the most gentle,
in spite of his fierce demeanor and scary teeth. )
Horses were admired.
Sugar-coated and greasy foods were consumed.
Pumpkins were chosen.
Pictures were taken.
Children avoided looking into the camera.
Adults jumped around and squawked like idiots.
But it’s worth it! Victory!
How cute is this baby?
Children, worn out by this year’s rites of passage from summer to fall,
fell asleep in backseat
and have to be carried inside.
It’s official. I can fool myself no longer.
Autumn is here.
What are your autumnal rites of passage?
I am stealing that picture of Michael Lee. It's a good one. I wish I could have fallen asleep on the ride home, the kids had the right idea. Sadly, I was driving and had to do MORE house work once we got home. It NEVER ends!