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.