The cooler weather has returned!  Yea!  However, this IS Texas, so tomorrow it could be 85 degrees again!  Who's ready for Autumn and Thanksgiving?

Here's a poem to celebrate the season:

Then It Is Fall

When you hear the wild geese calling

And up in the sky you see

That they all are flying southward

In a long and straggled V,

When the wooly caterpillars

Crawl along the porch and wall,

And your kitty's fur gets thicker;

Then you know that it is fall.

When the mornings are so frosty

That you put a sweater on,

While the leaves in gay bright colors

Hold a party on the lawn;

When the friendly black-eyed Susans

Fill the wayside with their cheer,

And you hear the bells a-ringing,

Then you know that fall is here.

When the children gather pumpkins,

And the chipmunks bury seeds,

When the squirrels carry walnuts

To be stored for winter needs,

Then it's time to say, "I thank You,"

To the one who made it all,

For of all our changing seasons,

None is lovelier than fall.

                                              -Ada L. Wine

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