>> Friday, October 2, 2009
This afternoon the setting sun hit our backyard just right, and I think for the first time I noticed that Fall has come. There's a tiny red chair that my grandma used to have at her house that for as long as I can remember was "my" chair. I honestly didn't notice it was the same chair until today. It is slightly rusted and shares the same hue of red with the antique water pump next to it. The flower pot in the center used to be the focus with its bright daisies and hanging vines. Now, within the basket among 3-leaf clovers is an old concrete garden ornament with cupped hands saying "By His hands we all are fed".
Of course, I had a lazy Friday night planned out so I decided to pull out my camera and get some shots while also enjoying the mild weather. There are many other fun shots around our backyard so I took some time documenting my mom's little collections.
While I was shooting, the song "Hard Times Come Again No More" by Nancy Griffith was playing in my head. I decided to look up the lyrics and I thought they fit the mood for my afternoon:
While we all sup sorrow with the poor
There's a song that will linger forever in our ears;
Oh, hard times come again no more