The Old Mule

A view from my back porch…

  Growing up here on the farm many seasons have come and gone. The changing of one then another always have brought there different colors to the field side. There has always been a rich bounty I find within fall colors. Quickly they come almost with exit plans in place. Its a usher call that summons the colder season and many times than naught with rapid speed the two join almost overnight. Missing none after all of these years finds me once again looking at what I call home through colored lens just as clear as clean air itself………………………………Dan