I grew up on a farm but haven't lived there for many years. I get back for a visit now and then and always have memories of times past. I see it in a different way now from when I grew up. 

 A great place to dream with a little help from mother nature. 

 It was a great fall day in the Blue Ridge Mountains, the fall colors were out and the moon was hanging around... 

The art is on the outside. About a week ago I was spending some time in the mountains of N.C., enjoying the changing Fall colors. Our house there has a nice sitting area that's open, on a loft like platform above the living room. I enjoy sitting there, reading, working, etc. The leaves just outside the window had the look of a painting, caught in time, framed by the window.

 Mother nature has taken out her paint brushes and started her Fall dance through the mountains of North Carolina.