The weather here is wonderful now. Just at the edge of cold and bursting with greens that edge over into golds and reds. The wild purple asters are fully in bloom and golden rod too.
At night there is a critter who is climbing up on the roof and running around. S/he wakes me up with the patter of heavy, but little feet. I suspect it is a porcupine, because I have found quills around many times.
I will close up the cloth porch this Thanksgiving weekend and head back to the city on Tuesday and thus, I will miss the big fall show here in the forest unless we get a cold snap before then.
I will miss the woods, the life, and the air. But this corner of the planet sustains me, simply by existing even when I cannot be here.