Although I failed to acknowledge the first day of autumn yesterday, I did spend the afternoon out of doors searching for early fall foliage (and investigating my neighbor's corn field).
If I could wax eloquent about the advent of fall without resorting to excessive sappinesss, I would. But I cannot. So I will not. Suffice it to say that after sixteen years residing in a geographic location with few autumnal changes, I almost am bemused to the point of flipping cartwheels up and down my driveway. Almost.
This is our story, in real time and in photos. It is neither unique nor unusual nor extraordinary. But it is our story.