Season changes always create a conflict in me: The last days of one thing, the first days of another.

We are heading into the last days of autumn here in Massachusetts. First frost and maybe snow fly are scheduled for next week.

I had an opportunity to drive down to Wilbraham, for a pastors meeting, this week. The leaves were beautiful. So I took several opportunities to stop on the way home to take some pictures, some memories of the fading season.