and those with children must hurry home. But the weather is the big predictor of fall, as a rule. This year has been a strange one weather-wise. But last weekend I decided to stop at my son's house to take a look at his pumpkin patch. I'd heard him tell about it, and expected to see lots of wonderful, big orange squash.
Sadly, most of his promising crop was gone. Some sort of fungus had taken over, and he was left with only a few pumpkins on the small side. He had dreamed of a record breaking season, and it had shown such promise. But it was not to be. Maybe next year.
It was a really beautiful weekend, and we sat for a while in his back yard in the sunshine and talked. Most of his vegetable garden was obviously "end of season", but my daughter-in-law's flower garden was still full of color, though
showing signs of one final burst before it too would fade away.We enjoyed the many birds that frequent the yard. For a time they made themselves scarce when a Cooper's Hawk stopped for a visit. But he soon became discouraged and flew off, and the others returned.
It was a very pleasant afternoon.
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