Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
Today, I will have a little farewell ceremony for my window boxes then cut the flowers off. They have been glorious this season and we have had warm weather later than usual but frost is predicted for tonight and snow for tomorrow. Then I’ll make my annual pilgrimage to New Harmony. This photo shows one of the oldest homes in New Harmony. It is a charming little town on the banks of the Wabash far away. For a number of years, a group of knitters have met, shared and enjoyed each other’s company there each autumn. It seems easier to face the bite of winter with a ball of wool and a set of knitting needles in my hand.