The soundtrack of this time of year is that of rustling. The remaining leaves on the trees rustle in the breeze. The leaves under foot rustle as Oscar and I walk through them to and from the field. As I pick the last of the berries, the leaves on the cornstalks are rustling. This is fall.
As we approach the midpoint between the autumnal equinox and the winter solstice, the days have become noticeably shorter, the temperatures colder. The press is on to get the roots in the root cellar, wrap up fall tasks, batten down hatches, and prepare for the winter that now is surely coming This morning marked the first time I lit the cook stove. I felt like I had to re train myself – all those factors …
