Autumn Fires Burn

On early autumn mornings neighborhood chickens wake us from sleep, and late nights smell like burning firewood underneath the clear crisp skies. Days are getting shorter and the frost welcomes every touch of  morning sun light. We have stocked up on cable knit sweaters, boots, and scarves. Late evenings, when the sun is on its descent, I enjoy a cup of hot chocolate and read one of my many new books in front of the fire. Our cabinets are filled with jars of all different types of teas and coffees, and nearly everything is topped with cinnamon and whipped cream.

I have been sick lately, laying in bed and watching the sun climb down the sky from my bedroom window. Sometimes, I go to a nearby library downtown and work in the corner near the window that overlooks a pond where geese gather in the evening. Sometimes we just go on short drives around the town with my camera in hand, sometimes we gather around the fireplace and hide under blankets. Autumn, be good to me.