by Tom and Rebecca Gahagan on 10/05/16
The light is changing. That is the first thing I notice about fall. The air is clear and cool and the angle of the light shifts. At times, the sun sends rays through the clouds to brighten up a particular patch of trees that pop with the color of the season. It takes my breath away.
Subtle changes happen every day as the bright yellow and purple wildflowers stand stoically in the fields, witnessing the leaves changing to yellow, orange and red. Butterflies drink from pink zinnias in my garden. My chickens are scratching for tasty grubs and worms. Crows add their chatter to the morning play.
I feel so grateful to be a part of this great transition.