I love the changing of the seasons, going from lake fun to football fun!
Slowly the trees begin to change from Summer's greens to Autumn's golds, reds and oranges.
As I glance across the lake early mornings, you see fishermen hidden by the fog lifting off the water.
Big bales of hay are in fields as I go to town, waiting for cold wintery days and hungry cows! I never tire of the changing seasons in the Ozarks. This morning I opened up the door to the top deck to drink in the coolness and in the distance I could hear a rooster crowing. Life is good in these old hills!