A Change of the Seasons

The first frosty fairy of the year visited us this morning bringing a glittering trail of crystals. Though I'm working today I couldn't resist running out to grab a few photos of the garden. Just look at how lovely the edges of each plant and flower are!

 
 
October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces.
— J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
 

A Family Outing: the Autumn Edition

Can you believe that October is just about done?! Neither can I. I swear I was just counting down the days until summer ended and now my favorite month is wrapping up. At the beginning of the season I was pursuing Pinterest looking for the perfect autumn to-do list. (I must have pinned at least three.)

We'd been planning a trip to a corn maze for the last few weeks, but our schedules are always all over the place. We finally had a day—not to hot, not to cold—where we could spend the afternoon at Skelly's, an incredibly well known farm market complete with not one, but two corn mazes!, a pumpkin patch, warm drinks, and absolutely scrumptious apple cider donuts.

We first set off to "The Impossible Maze" which, we were told, can take up to an hour to complete.

We teamed up: me and mom vs. dad and my brother. We took off and within fifteen minutes we had separated and were on our own. I was feeling fairly confident throughout, but about thirty minutes in I got a (not so gloaty) phone call from my dad asking where we were. Haha, dad. Apparently they had whipped through the maze like it was nothing. We had just cleared the ninth mailbox and had three more to go. The wind was wonderfully sharp and our fingers were pink and partially numb before we finally found our way out twenty minutes later.

Final Score:
Dad & Brother: 33 minutes
Me & Mom: 53 minutes

Not too shabby. The boys have really long legs. We also may or may not have picked up a few fallen and forgotten cobs for our squirrels at home.

We then headed inside for some much needed hot chocolate and pumpkin spice cappuccinos. My dad ordered a cappuccino and we were all pretty shocked; he's not a fancy drinker, but you know, treat yo self. We also ordered some freshly made donuts and a caramel apple to divide up tomorrow. (I was going to take a picture of the donuts but we might have eaten them pretty quickly.)

Warming up just enough to get the tingling back in our fingertips, we went back into the cold for a second corn maze and pumpkin patch. Being the last weekend the farm was open, there weren't too many pumpkins waiting in the field but there were quite a few quirky, warty ones still left.

Up in the front of the farm, there boxes were overflowing with white, green, bumpy, smooth, and twisted gourds. 

I haven't laughed so hard in a long while and today wills filled with a ridiculous amount of ugly laughing (truly the most wonderful kind). I really do love spending time with my family, especially on days like this. The best part is this place doesn't really close; it's open spring and summer with strawberries and apples among other wonderful treats. Come next year I can predict quite a few more trips.

A Second Day in the Forest

After the beautiful sights I was privy to this weekend, I knew I had to go back to the trails before the last of the golden and worn leaves fell. The sun was out today, definitely a different view of the forest from the last time when it was much cooler and the clouds blanketed the sky.

 
Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one’s very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
— Letter to Miss Lewis, October 1, 1841
 

Autumn Textures

The most beautiful season, in my opinion, has finally hit the midwest full force. Though we're not at peak color yet, Southern Wisconsin is definitely feeling the autumn vibes. This afternoon, while clouds whipped past overhead and the sun flitted giddily behind them, I decided to wander out of the house for a little walk. I think Louie was super excited to run around as well.

While the overall look of this trail was stunning — beginning in emeralds and auburns and transitioning to ambers and rubies — what I found most beautiful was the small details in the plants and foliage. Plants that once might have been delicately petaled flowers now had turned hardy and burnt from the summer sun, seed pods and remnants leftover from the bygone season.

 
Mother Nature gifted small presents along the way; each trinket was a reminder of the cycle that we each must live through as the year progresses.