There are some things that are passed down from generation to generation and this Staghorn Sumac tree is one of them. The farmers grandparents grew these in Idaho (they have always called them Elkhorns) and from the original tree his parents took a start and from theirs we have this one. I know fall is fast approaching when I see our tree begin to bring forth the brilliant orange. It is the first to change.
Then there is the pumpkin. The great pumpkin peeking out from under those vines.
Lucy doesn't care about fall so much. She only cares that Grandad grew pumpkins for his grandchildren. This means Halloween is coming soon.
The downside? Well I am finding it much, much harder to drag my behind out to make friendly with this guy. Perhaps I should make it into a coat rack.