I bought some strawberry plants for the garden a couple of weeks ago, and they are doing well. One already bloomed, and the delicate white flowers are so pretty.
I'm hoping they have a chance to produce fruit before squirrels or cold gets 'em.
Fall weather makes me want to sit on a deck by a lake with a cup of tea early in the morning. Or be somewhere mountainous at sunset. Or by a crackling campfire late at night. Pretty much anywhere outdoors. :-)
So, to conclude these autumnal musings, a poem about fall from Emily Dickinson:
The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry's cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I'll put a trinket on.
- Emily Dickinson: Nature, Poem 28
