The light’s changing.

The days are shortening and  cooling, and yesterday was such a windy, gorgeous day, with a few leaves coming down, and hawks soaring in the sky, catching thermals, riding the winds. Time for campfires in the woods, and cutting wood for the winter (we have only a few weeks’ worth stored in the barn), and buttoning up the old farmhouse for winter. Tonight it’s supposed to get down to 41 degrees.

I wonder which night will be the first one of the season when we feel cold enough to make a little fire in the wood-burning stove. It could be tonight.