It's the time of the year to transition from summer to winter. The gardening changes to one last weed take-down. I've pulled out the bean and corn stalks, piling them into a neat row for the mice and moles and buggies to turn into the soil under the snow all the winter. The lawn is beginning to be littered with the first brown and yellow curled leaves. The main reason to mow is to sort of tidy up. So far, I'm happy to let fall come in. The acorns all over the ground hurt my bare feet.
It's time to think about bringing the house plants in from the patio. They'll be big and tall filling spaces inside. I don't resent this, I like the coziness of crowded corners. And it's time to have something on my needles. I'm knitting washcloths in a basket weave pattern.
There's a nip in the air... Excuse to build campfires in the evening and small warming fires in the living room stove in the morning. Sweaters.
Suddenly the days are shortening up... The light has changed... The golden hour, more golden.
Elv wants to finish the roof repair this month and tuck away tools and haul away the useless and unfixable. We even worked on firewood splitting and stacking on Saturday for an hour. We have a system, the two of us, that yields satisfactorily, processing the logs into stacks of stove wood. We both enjoy this part of fall time.
What's on your needles? And your favorite way to honor the season?
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