Fall colors at Hanson's Farm

The New England fall colors are spectacular this year. Hanson's Farm is especially beautiful. Here are some scenes from the farm this past week. Qamis has been enjoying the trails and the views behind the farm. (Those are her pointy black ears in some of the frames). How odd that while a couple of wild turkeys send her into a complete panic, she doesn't bat an eyelash at the sight of all the tombstones, ghosts, and spooky shacks that are part of Hanson's Haunted Hay Ride.

Little Big Planet--a Poem by Skylar

A pebble is like a human.
It has a world.
It has a life.
And it has a goal.

It's almost like a sailboat.
It moves swiftly and calmly every time
a gentle breeze comes
to pick it up,
and help it
on its journey
to the unknown.

Its life is like a sad paradise.
It has everything it wants
except a companion
and a longing for a purpose.

A pebble's ancestor was probably a rock.
And the rock's ancestor was a boulder.
If you stare at it long enough
it seems now that it has no life
but it seems so real.
It's indestructible but so fragile
and delicate at the same time.

Pebble.