Back in place

     'Tis evening on the moorland free,

         The starlit wave is still:

      Home is the sailor from the sea,
         The hunter from the hill.

               A.E. Housman  

Or, my father's home from the hospital and I'm home in Maine.

 

My mums finished blooming while I was away,
 and the hens were allowed back out to play.

The last pumpkin came off the vine and just in the nick of time, since we're supposed to get a frost tonight, although the sumac still is bright.