As far as the homestead goes, I left when colorful leaves were still on the trees.
Traces of fall were on the patio.
I have returned to remnants of a summer that seem a far memory.
Heaps of squash remind me it’s still fall, although it feels more and more like winter is knocking.
It’s time to hole up inside our little hobbit house to recoup from clearing out 67 years worth of belongings. Restful weekend friends and see you next week.