The Colors of Fall

Ahhh.  There is a crispness in the air that invites in those events that were lost in summer:  pumpkin spice lattes, crackling fires, rustling leaves, pajama pants, soups in the crock pot, and jackets.

Another only-in-fall sighting is that white stuff in the fields.  It still amazes me that something like cotton grows on a plant.  "It looks and feels like wool from a sheep!" Cam exclaimed as we trudged through the cotton patch.  We went to take pictures and see it close-up.  Maeve made it her mission to pick it and get as much as she could.

White, in this case, if definitely a color of fall!