This was the view from my front yard recently.
Then I walked around the house to the back yard and saw this.
A perfect Harvest Moon makes me want to sing the song.
I absolutely love fall. Yes, Florida experiences Fall, an abbreviated version, but it is autumn here. In fact, I woke up to the first frost of the season this morning and temperatures hovering around 30 degrees Fahrenheit, but the temperature is rising and the light frost is quickly disappearing.
Last weekend we began our rambles through the countryside again. We headed to Steven Foster State Culture Center for a ramble through the park and along the banks of a different part of the Suwannee River. It was a lovely autumn day. On the way to the park we spied a field of cotton. Cotton was a huge crop in this area at one time, but it is a bit unusual to see it ready to harvest today.
When we arrived at the park, we visited the museum. It is always our first stop. Filled with dioramas depicting Foster's songs, no matter how often we visit, I never get tired of it. Oh, Susanna, Camptown Races, My Old Kentucky Home, and this one, the state song, Old Folks at Home.
Yes, that is a field of cotton.
The next stop is the carillon tubular bell tower. This lovely structure holds a few more displays and the park resounds with Foster's music from the bells it houses.
I have always loved visiting the tower. Its marble interior is refreshingly cool on hot summer days, but there was no need to lean against one of the interior walls on this trip. Off to the river. It is still remarkably low because of drought, but it is always lovely.
What does autumn look like in your neighborhood?
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