Fall days remind me of sketching this house by the roadside with Mom.
We wonder how country roads were laid out, curving along property lines.
Moon beams illuminate passing farms as we drive through the night.
Tomatoes, squash, apples, cucumbers – and the last of sweet corn – bring us joy at the farmer’s market today.
September takes us along familiar paths with fresh vision.
The train’s regular runs reassure us that commerce continues.