I am a leaf farmer. I rake the leaves and put them into our compost bins.
Last year's compost is dark and rich. Soon the last of it will be spread onto the garden beds.
The winds are predominantly from the north. Our days barely hit 70 degF now, and we have to run the pellet stove to take the chill out of the house as we rise in the morning.
I hear the call of waterfowl. Migrating mallards were down in the river today.
The scenery changes fast now. I wonder what tomorrow will be like . . .