The weather has turned toward autumn. This morning as I stitched next to an open window, the honking sound of migrating Canada geese joined a persistent rooster, who lives half a mile from here. They made an interesting chorus of country sounds.
One of the best things about moving to a new place is watching the seasons unfold. When we moved here a few months ago there were many unknowns. The ones that I anticipated most were about weather and the rhythm of changing seasons in the country. When will autumn begin? What will it look like? When will the snow start and how much will we get?
This week the color of the trees have begun to turn from rich green to gold and red. Windows previously thrown open wide to let in fresh air have been adjusted much lower to compensate for cooler temperatures. An extra quilt is now folded at the foot of my bed. Thoughts of grilled chicken with fresh corn on the cob for dinner have been traded for a pot of steaming stew and a freshly baked loaf of bread.