I absolutely love trees! Our house is surrounded by trees, and I am always "oohing and aaahing" over the fall colors. I hate to see the leaves go because winter is my least favorite season, but they sure do go out in style! The song I have playing today on my blog is one of my favorites and seems an appropriate song to go with the beautiful fall pictures. I've included the lyrics at the bottom of the post.
We were blessed enough to have free lodging thanks to a certificate that my parents gave me so we only had to pay for gas and food. We both brought snacks and drinks so we didn't have to spend too much.
We both voted absentee and didn't have to wait in lines to vote on Election Day. I usually spend the entire Election Day volunteering and then anxiously awaiting the results. This time, I am very glad that I was able to bypass the emotions and exhaustion I usually associate with Election Day. It is always great to get away, even if just for a couple of days, to refresh and have some fun. Here are some pictures that I took of the scenery and one of our 10 year old Mini-Schnauzer Smokie who came along!
In our days we will live
Like our ghosts will live:
Pitching glass at the cornfield crows
And folding clothes
Like stubborn boys across the road
We'll keep everything:
Grandma's gun and the black bear claw
That took her dog
When Sister Lowery says, "Amen"
We won't hear anything:
The ten-car trains will take that word
That fledgling bird
And the fallen house across the way
It'll keep everything:
The baby's breath
Our bravery wasted and our shame
And we'll undress beside the ashes of the fire
Both our tender bellies wound in baling wire
All the more a pair of underwater pearls
Than the oak tree and its resurrection fern
In our days we will say
What our ghosts will say:
We gave the world what it saw fit
And what'd we get?
Like stubborn boys with big green eyes
We'll see everything:
In the timid shade of the autumn leaves
And the buzzard's wing
And we'll undress beside the ashes of the fire
Our tender bellies are wound around in baling wire
All the more a pair of underwater pearls
Than the oak tree and its resurrection fern
Like our ghosts will live:
Pitching glass at the cornfield crows
And folding clothes
Like stubborn boys across the road
We'll keep everything:
Grandma's gun and the black bear claw
That took her dog
When Sister Lowery says, "Amen"
We won't hear anything:
The ten-car trains will take that word
That fledgling bird
And the fallen house across the way
It'll keep everything:
The baby's breath
Our bravery wasted and our shame
And we'll undress beside the ashes of the fire
Both our tender bellies wound in baling wire
All the more a pair of underwater pearls
Than the oak tree and its resurrection fern
In our days we will say
What our ghosts will say:
We gave the world what it saw fit
And what'd we get?
Like stubborn boys with big green eyes
We'll see everything:
In the timid shade of the autumn leaves
And the buzzard's wing
And we'll undress beside the ashes of the fire
Our tender bellies are wound around in baling wire
All the more a pair of underwater pearls
Than the oak tree and its resurrection fern
6 comments:
Wow some great pics, looks like you had fun. It is hard to come back to reality!
Awesome pictures. It took us an hour and a half to vote. I was glad at the turn out and dismayed by the results.
P.S. We'll be driving to my mom's house for Thanksgiving and should see some great fall scenery too. That will be fun. I'll have to pack my camera.
Great pictures! I am so glad that you had a good time!
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great photos :)
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