"The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly
changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools."
-Henry Beston, Northern Farm-
"farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools." I like the sound, the feel, the cool taste of it... natural ;-)
the wools are such a lovely comfort when Jack Frost starts dusting the countryside. But I do love his work.
Beautiful, Danni. I too like the way that phrase tastes. This makes me miss Winter Time up north.
Summer cottons into winter wools, brrr, I like my shorts and flip flops! Love your pictures.