The air has a definite crispness to it and the nights are falling into the upper 40s. The leaves are just starting to change colors, from the greens of summer into the Reds and Yellows of fall. When we have a nice blustery wind, handfuls of leaves take flight in the air and along the ground. Soon that will be whole trees of leaves floating along in the air. A time to air out the fleeces, ready the winter clothes, and enjoy the season. Fresh apples from the orchards, the smell of fires from the chimneys and pumpkin pies cooling in windows. Fall is a truly beautiful season. An ending of the heat and green of summer,and the beginning of the final harvest of the earth’s provisions for the year. A time for the earth to ready itself for a long rest, wrapped in a wonderful white blanket of snow and rebuild itself for next year. Fall always seems to be a quieting of all things. A slowing down. I know I’m wrong about this as the birds, squirrels and ground hogs all are rushed, eating everything they can and getting as fat as possible. Now if I could only KEEP from doing the same…
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