A Wall of Yellow

The Maple trees still have their bright yellow leaves, or most of them.  Many have fallen off as the ground beneath the trees is also bright yellow.
One farmers Market is done for the year and another ends this weekend.  Gone are the corn, the melons, the peaches.  Gone are the days of short pants or nights without sweaters.
Gone are the cruising sailboats who travel south toward the warmer, longer days.
Gone are the Garter snakes that make the grass seem alive and keep the dog busy chasing them.
Now is the time of warm fires at night, layers of clothing and the wearing of hats.
Now is soup, roasted foods and bread.
Now is coffee, warm and strong.
Now is the time to drive down to the river and pine for warm days of sail.
Now is the time for long walks in the woods as boots crunch leaves and fallen twigs, until they soon crunch untrodden snow.
Now is heavy, thick books read by windows with blankets over ones legs.
Now is, projects in the shop that will be brought out in the Spring and floated upon the river, and projects that make the little house more, and more our home.

The new stained glass window, tile work and wood burning stove in the kitchen.