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Fascinating textures and colors.
It's wonderful. Thank you for sharing!
I'm glad you enjoyed seeing them. They're a wonderful family.
Lovely photo, Mousetoescamper. ❤️
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When the Frost is on the Punkin. Here's the first stanza:
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin’ turkey-cock,
And the clackin’ of the guineys, and the cluckin’ of the hens,
And the rooster’s hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O, it’s then’s the times a feller is a-feelin’ at his best,
With the risin’ sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.
There's also a well-known ribald verse based on the poem. I recall its involving the scatting of the first five notes of the Tonight Show Theme before reciting the last four syllables of the verse.
On a more somber note, I'm sorry that you no longer have your mom.
Mine turns 90 next year and I'm so grateful that she's still with us. 
