The lines from the poem "When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock" fit these pictures perfectly.
The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn,
And the raspin' of the tangled leaves, as golden as the morn;
They's something kindo harty-like about the atmusfere
When the heat of summer's over and the coolin' fall in here
But the air's so appetizin; and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny moring of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur' that no painter has the colorin' to mock
When the frost is on the punkin and fodder's in the shock.