I finally woke up to a frost on the ground this morning. It has been such an impossibly temperate fall I was actually a bit surprised how chilly I was walking the dogs. But it is time. The garden beds are just about laid to rest. We are diligently managing our leaves-not. Our chickens are molting as fast as the trees. The sun is noticeably lower in the sky and spends less time shining. The late afternoon is when I catch it streaming into my studio now.
I spent this week getting a little crafty (thank you mod-podge) for the hundreds and hundreds (we once counted over a thousand) of children who descend upon our street for trick or treating each year. It is a safe few blocks of houses where the police barricade the traffic so folks can enjoy a sort of sugar fueled mardi-gras in October. I never really liked Halloween, but this day becomes something of a community event which I feel lucky to be able to take part in. Its why we live in a small town, know our neighbors and spread good cheer (and candy) throughout the land!