~AN OCTOBER DAY~

It is Autumn in New England...the countryside is ablaze in colors of red, orange and gold...Weekends find Mr. Dog Trot and I travelling the remote back roads...driving over hill and dale while enjoying the scenic beauty that Maine has to offer...The noon day sun sparkles off the Atlantic ocean...wild turkeys forage from newly chopped corn fields and in the distance a glimpse of a white tail deer as it darts to the safety of the woods beyond...We pass by old New England homes, a red cape... a white saltbox...a grey federal  ...some inhabited while others left abandoned...their secrets tightly held behind old wavy panes of glass...

 

Darkness comes early...shadows dance on old plastered walls, there is a warmth and coziness to the  homestead that only Autumn can bring...

  flower gardens will soon be mulched and prepared for  winter slumber, I give thanks for the beauty that lingers... 

acorns drop...chipmunks scatter...leaves fall and crunch under our feet...Travis jumps in newly formed piles...a favorite pastime is born...

geese fly south...

and a pumpkin tree is in the making...

time to prepare... ghost and goblins will soon be in the air...