Fall has taken quite a bit of time to get here. Not so my grandson. He came early and is already being a stinker. Born in the middle of the night three weeks early. Collecting a large hospital bill and causing tears to most of us here. He's okay, but is not breathing like he should. I know all about this having suffered with asthma for all of my life.

Not sure what is causing him to stop breathing and nod off but the little shit had better stop, get home and let me cuddle him.

The poor farmer, cutting down his corn on a Friday night in a wet field after he most likely is done with his second day job that just makes ends meet somewhat.

Ready for some winter baby smiles and spring flowers. I know, I know, patience in all things. Bleh.