It’s Official. Autumn is Here.

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?