I do not know who was the author of this poem – but I love it. It perfectly describes Autumn in the Northeast.
I love the fall. Well actually, I am always sorry to see the Fall arrive because that means winter is right behind-but who can not simply love the fall in Connecticut. The late season produce, apples, pears, cider, pumpkin and apple pie….the fall colors, Hardy mums and Mother Natures spectacular display.Â
Yes, we need to do Fall chores, and clean up but being outside on a crisp, clear fall day is invigorating and brings back the memories of raking leaves & jumping into them with the wild, carefree abandon that only a child can have! Now as I perform the Fall cleanup chores I am dreaming of those coming winter months, when I will curl up with a good seed catalog and start planning my spring garden…..The cycle goes round, and round, and roundÂ
Harvest home, harvest home!
We’ve plowed, we’ve sowed
We’ve reaped, we’ve mowed
And brought safe home
Every load.
Harvest home song…
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