The Colour of Autumn, Roquefort, and a Haunted Old House

                                  

It's Autumn. 

             

Falling leaves. Earthly, mossy aroma.     

Crisp.

Clear sky. 

Perfect weather for a drive.

Past freshly plowed fields.

Up an old farm trail. Stretch our legs.

                  

Tumbledown cottage to the left.       Forest fort on the right.         

In the clearing. Look!

Danger! Falling rocks.

Private property, do not enter!

It's locked.

Quick, help me up through here.

Dark. Creepy

staircases lead nowhere.

     

Door to nowhere. Door to empty room.

     

Except for large French fireplace.

                                                                                          

Creepy. Did you hear that noise? Let's go.

But look, there's a view.

                                 

 Roquefort. "There's cheese in them hills".

"Boo! That was me making those noises before muh ha ha ha haa".