It's Fall

Yesterday I put up a new banner on the back door. My banners are usually quilt blocks that went awry that I make into banners to jazz up the back door. Remember, I live in the country and the front door is only for show. So I had a block that was fallish but didn't come up to my standards -- and the pattern would have driven me NUTS if I'd made a whole quilt with it.

It's a new season. Cool. Sunny. Lumpy underfoot. One of these days I'm going to break an ankle stepping on a walnut or a chesnut. But I love crunching maple seeds. My mother never let me do that when I was a kid. Now that I'm a grandmother, I feel entitled. Crunch those seeds! Kick those leaves! I'm the one who has to wash my socks.

My trees aren't turning color yet, but I expect any day to look up over the back part of the house and see that the maple that changes first every year will be turning yellow, then orange then go bare. It happens so fast!

I hope I can take a ride in the hills this fall, that it won't cost an arm and a leg. Just going to the grocery store this time of year can be terribly exciting. I love the colors, the flowers, the displays people put in their yards.

I just realized, I haven't grown up!