Hey Southern Boys and Bells...
They are headed your way. Last week I saw my first flock of geese headed south, and this is the third straight day in a row we had frost.
The women folk are trying to get me to turn on the heat but there is no way I am turning on the darn heat until October. No way, no how even if the temps in the rooms are 57 degrees. I tell them "Put on a sweatshirt", or if they really are cold, go outside and snuggle with a sheep, heck they got thick wool sweaters!
As for the leaves, yep nice bright red color to the swamp maples, and the the rest of the trees are quickly changing color. The air is crisp, the days getting short and we all know what happens to the ewes when that happens. Yep, the Ram has been let out of his pen...and we will leave it at that.
It is definitely fall, for better or worse its headed south!
I have no intention of traveling from birth to the grave in a manicured and well preserved body; but rather I will skid in sideways, totally beat up, completely worn out, utterly exhausted and jump off my tractor and loudly yell, "Wow, this is what it took to feed a nation!"