


We went on a drive to Swan Valley to enjoy our last days of FALL. These past few days have been choice. I mowed my lawn, Friday; and Saturday, I cleaned out all of my flower beds! I really enjoy yardwork especially when the weather will cooperate. I love this time of year and am grateful to live in such a beautiful area. A few years back I had a professor chastize us "natives" for not being proud of this area. It gave me a new perspective and I would rather live here then anywhere else. We have God close to use not only through the majestic natural surroundings but also through people that value morals and virtue. How can you beat that? I could trade the winters....... but it is really all I know:).
A LATE WALK
by: Robert Frost (1874-1963)
WHEN I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
Half closes the garden path.
And when I come to the garden ground,
The whir of sober birds
Up from the tangle of withered weeds
Is sadder than any words.
A tree beside the wall stands bare,
But a leaf that lingered brown,
Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,
Comes softly rattling down.
I end not far from my going forth
By picking the faded blue
Of the last remaining aster flower
To carry again to you.