After the ripeness of summer and the busyness of fall chores, there comes a special enchantment in our little farming valley. The air smells of windfall apples, musty corn husks, and chrysanthemums mixed with pungent woodsmoke.
One of the high points of autumn for me is seeing the wild geese fly overhead in a beautiful dark V silhouetted against gray evening skies. This week, after hearing the familiar honking in the distance, I hurried outside just in time to see a large flock heading south.
Although standard time begins in a few weeks, nature sets her own clock by signaling bird migrations, food storage by squirrels, and winter hibernation.
When a season draws to a close,
another one is just beginning.