This week, I noticed the mornings are getting chillier, and observed a few signs of autumn appearing around the homestead.
Yellow maples are beginning to dot the hillsides.
The apples are ripe, and ready to harvest.
Leaves are falling in the understory of the forest, leaving branches bare.
Our firewood is starting to accumulate in stacks, ready to be piled in the woodshed we are building.
And the pumpkins, heralds of the season that they are, keep growing more round and orange every day that goes by.
There is something comforting in watching a season come around again in the same place. I look forward to the years ahead of watching sings of autumn unfold on this land.
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