Fall in New York

As I walked through Central Park this weekend, I couldn't help but smile.

Fall in New York is beautiful. However, the smile that surfaced comes from a much deeper source, Arkansas.

Back home, the smell of fresh cut hay fills the air and the crisp breeze scatters orange, yellow, and red leaves all over the sidewalks of Fayetteville. My mom always says God has His paintbrush out: anyone who has driven through the Ozark Mountains in the fall, would have to agree.

As a child, I remember going out to Paw Paw's farm to enjoy the new landscape, cut wood for winter, work the cattle, and chase my brothers all over the tops of freshly coiled round-bails of hay.

The beauty of an Arkansas fall is tough to capture, but I hope you enjoy these old pictures I found that my father took of Paw Paw's farm. Dad e-mailed them to me back in 2006 when I was feeling a bit homesick here in New York City. A father's love... pretty powerful.