Oh, fall!

What a BEAUTIFUL fall this has been! It's definitely the most brilliant one I've seen. And such gorgeous weather, that we couldn't resist going out on the farm Saturday afternoon when PaPa called to take us on the Clifford.  It was a perfect way to spend the afternoon, enjoying the stunning colors, choosing leaves for pressing, picking persimmons, and driving a new trail PaPa and Uncle Michael just made. 

If only you could capture the real-life beauty of it! I love the country, wide open space to view the trees in full color for miles and miles. 

My nature-loving mother stopped at different places to collect all the different kinds of leaves in all the different colors to look up and press with the kids. It's so neat watching her out there...she soaks up every inch, and sees God's love written in every vein of leaf.

PaPa led us us to a couple of nice, full Persimmon trees! It's just that time. Unripe persimmons are about the nastiest thing you can taste.. Until they are almost rotten, which is when they become the sweetest, juciest fruit, perfect for making jam, or as I prefer, popping handfulls into the mouth. :-) PaPa said just a week later they would have all been gone - the possums love the sour fruit - so it was the perfect opportunity. PaPa held down a big branch stuffed with them and we grabbed as many as we could reach...about four bags full!

The four bags we collected? Well, there probably would have been five, except that I might have eaten just a few on the rest of the ride...they called it my "Hunny pot." I love some squishy, wild persimmons!

Laddie stopping for a drink...

Such a wonderful day. I hate to have the cold weather come on, just because I love being out there so much. But I'm so glad we had that good day, with the perfect weather and stunning scenes to soak it up! Now we need to find a good persimmon jam recipe and get cooking!