Do the leaves change color where you are?

Trees*by Joyce Kilmer

I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

The best part of Autumn is for me, the changing
colors all around me.These are two views from my kitchen windows...


On the kitchen table right now...


These are the tomatoes I just brought in over the weekend.
They are ripening as you can see. ;-)
Princess and Farmer Dad enjoying the Autumn weather, and providing me
with yet another lovely view from the house. ;-)

A close up of that back corner of the yard.


To the left of them are a couple of Cranberries, which really come into their own this time of year.


Similar in color right now, a small azalea at the back of the house.



Farmer Dad especially enjoys his 1st pear tree's(we have 3 now) color...
it's the light orange in the background..



If you look up...Out my front window..a lovely Japanese Maple...

It will be the last tree in the neighborhood to lose all it's leaves most years.In the front yard, we also have a coneflower still blooming.

*We are not far from the birthplace of Joyce Kilmer,
(1886–1918, American poet, b. New Brunswick, N.J., educated at Rutgers College and Columbia (B.A., 1908). He is known chiefly for his poem “Trees,” in Trees and Other Poems (1914).),
and this has always been one of my favorite poems.