Fall for a Winner

Ok ladies, hubs drew a name from the butter dish, but first, one of my memories that I think of in this season.
I have posted it once before, but I think it is so much fun to read in fall:

They’s something kindo’ harty-like about the atmusfere.

When the heat of summer’s over and the coolin’ fall is here –

Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossoms on the trees,

And the mumble of the hummin’-birds and buzzin of the bees;

 

But the air's so appetizin'; and the landscape through the haze

Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days

Is a pictur' that no painter has the colorin' to mock—

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock

 

Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keeps

Is poured around the cellar-floor in red and yaller heaps;

And your cider-makin's over, and your wimmern-folks is through

With theyr mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and sausage too!...

I don't know how to tell it—but ef such a thing could be

As the angels wantin' boardin', and they'd call around on me—

I'd want to 'commodate 'em—all the whole-indurin' flock—

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock

James Whitcomb Riley

And the winner:

drumroll please



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Aleta at Fleur de Aleta

Send me your address and I will send along your goodie!

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