AutumnWhen the trees their summer splendor
change to raiment red and gold,
when the summer moon turns mellow,
' and the nights are getting cold;
when the squirrels hid their acorns,
and the woodchucks disappear; then
we know that it is autumn, loveliest
season of the year.
~Charlotte L. Riser~
Wishing everyone
Sincerely Madeline