Welcome to our farm. . .sharing a bit of it's beauty today. Fall, leaves, fall Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me Fluttering from the autumn tree. I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow; I shall sing when night's decay Ushers in a drearier day. Emily Jane Brontë
Inklings from the Farmhouse, embracing balance and new beginnings.