Corny.

You’ll want to click that bigger, baby.

This shot was taken in 2009 at one of my fave farm markets in Southern Ontario.

Autumn is my season.

Winter is not.

This is why.

The North Wind Doth Blow
(British in origin, old)

The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will the robin do then,
poor thing?
He’ll sit in a barn,
And keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing,
poor thing!

I am hiding my head under my wing.

For I am a poor thing.

And that is why you are getting this close shot.

TGIF!

Elen