I know it isn’t fall for a few more days, but as far as I’m concerned, it’s here.

The rainy weather of last weekend kind of sealed the deal. And I am fine with this.

I am ready for fat socks and five cups of coffee to be nursed while reading books under comforters or what ever we do here in the bad seasons. I’m ready to let the ground do its thing and regenerate its batteries.

With the exception of bulb planting and Yvette’s kind visit this coming weekend, I can’t image we will be visiting here to much more until spring. Or maybe I will lose my mind in January, like I did last year. Who knows.

Out of the blue, the witchhazel tree has started turning, and it is beautiful.