Oh my, the first day of September -- Fall cannot be far away. Indeed, I found these two 'first fallen' leaves on my walk while we were in the middle of August. I had to bring them home to give myself hope that our hot, wet summer was fading away.
Most of the month of August I was working on a Fall punch needle picture and enjoying the thoughts of pumpkins, leaves falling and crows crowing -- does their call
really mean "Summer it almost over - Caw, Caw, Caw"?
I wonder if Mr. Crow is wearing a bell on his cap to let us know that time is moving on and we can celebrate the beautiful days of Fall any day now.
We heap up around us things that we do not need as the crow makes piles of glittering pebbles." - Laura Ingles Wilder
