Call it a guilty conscience, call it loving the fall season, call it anything you want, but after my blog on the changing of the seasons, several people asked if the photos I had on my page was from me.
Sadly, the photos were not.
I’ve decided to try to change that. At least for a few blogs each month. I will show fall at its most majestic.
First up, the Chrysanthemums or “mums,” that my wife picked up this week. They’re usually the last plant to bloom before frost, with one last bang of color. I’ve always loved mums. My mother would always have one or two setting out before winter bullied its way onto the scene.
Here you go: