The air is hazy here Amongst The Oaks and yesterday it was actually a little foggy in the morning. It's starting to feel like fall now. The squirrels feel it; they are busy gathering nuts and storing them away. When we moved here 10 years ago, we never saw any squirrels but now they seem to be everywhere; scampering and chattering in the oaks, racing across the telephone wires, digging in the garden. Like the squirrels, I'm planning fall meals; chili and cornbread, meatloaf and scalloped potatoes, pot roast, homemade soup, apple and pumpkin pies. Good old comfort food.
The leaves have started to slowly drift down, it will be like that until we have a good storm, then they will really start to pile up. And we'll rake them up every week, only to do it again the next week; and the next week; and the next week. Until sometime in February when the trees finally stop dropping them down. I guess when you reach their age, you do everything slowly and gracefully.