My Darling B went through the potato patch with her trusty fork, hoping to find the last of the big baking potatoes to put up for the winter. There were precious few to be found. Most were teensy-tiny and covered in malformed knobs, and a few had been in the ground far too long; they went straight to the compost heap.
Then we spent the afternoon scraping paint off the siding. I even slapped some primer on the corner, so I wouldn't lie awake tonight thinking of how rotten the wood panels would get after soaking all day in rain that's predicted for tomorrow.
If the browned corn stalks in the background don't say autumn, I don't know what does.
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