We are reacquainting ourselves with our yard and with a world with seasons.  It’s been a glorious time to return–I love the fall.  Now winter is coming and the last of the leaves are coming down.  The kids helped us haul about a dozen tarps full of leaves across the street to Farmer Ron’s orchards.  It was a lot of work and it felt a little sad to put the yard to bed for the coming winter.

I hope that when I die, it’s after fall and before winter, like my mom, who departed on Halloween and was buried a day before the first snowfall.  The time to rest from worldly cares and hunker down for winter.  Perfect timing.