Lonely Rose

'Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone.

Thomas Moore, The Last Rose of Summer, 1830

This photo was taken about two weeks ago, the last of my roses for the season.

Tattered and Torn - Monochrome Weekly

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On an overcast and windy day last week I found this old greenhouse near a cornfield.

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The Farmers' Market - Havest Festival Photo Challenge is now OPEN

Welcome to the November Edition of the Farmers' Market Challenge. This is our Harvest Festival!

The purpose of this challenge is to raise awareness for purchasing locally produced foods. Be it fruits, vegetables, dairy products, meat, or any related items we want to know what's available where you live.

This is the Harvest Festival, any related activity will be fine, recipes using fresh foods, harvest and crops, anything along those lines. Perhaps share with us how the harvest is celebrated where you live. Don't worry too much about the details, I know you will come up with something fun to share with the rest of us.

Participants may now sign in. You should have you photos and/or story posted on your blog before you sign in. Please include a link back to my blog in your post. You can link any and all of your farmers' market posts. Mr. Linky is very easy to use, just follow the instructions. If you have any questions or problems my email address is on my profile.

Harvest Festival

This past weekend was the last time our Farmers' Market would be open this year. It was celebrated with a Harvest Festival.

The air was festive, costumes all around.

No more ice cream, the menu had changed to more hearty fare served hot. There was after all a chill in the air.

Baskets were filled with the final offerings for the season, so colorful and bright but still a reminder that winter is near.

Indian corn made for colorful displays all around the market.

Pumpkins (this was also Halloween) and gourds of all shapes and sizes were abundant.

Woolens and textiles were bright and cheery. Click on any photo to enlarge.

Maybe pick up some artwork as a reminder of the glories of the summer crops.

No guessing on prices, every item was clearly marked.

But the signs are coming down now, to be stored away until next year. No more fresh corn can be found.

The last pumpkin will be picked.

The equipment will be put away.

The fields have been harvested, oceans of brown can be seen all around. They will wait patiently for Spring to come again.

This post is part of the Farmers' Market Harvest Festival Photo Challenge. See the post above this one for more details.

A Harvest Song and a Reminder

The goldenrod is yellow
The corn is turning brown
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down.

Children's song



It's almost time for the Harvest Festival Photo Challenge. I will be posting Mister Linky later today. The link will be up for the entire weekend so you can post anytime.

Imagine this Thought

Imagination is born in the mind's eye. It can be awaken by the simplest of things, a falling leaf, a snow flake or a ray of sunlight falling on a drop of water. To grow and thrive it must be free to fly, tethered and caged it will surely perish.

J Weber

Fungus Amongus - Wordless Wednesday

Click on any photo to enlarge. I have no idea what type these might be, do you know?

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Autumn's Last Song

Come said the wind to
the leaves one day,
Come o're the meadows
and we will play.
Put on your dresses
scarlet and gold,
For summer is gone
and the days grow cold.

- A Children's Song of the 1880's