urgency in the air

Gary Gingko shed his golden leaves overnight, all at once. Poof!

A few days ago, we picked a handful of apples off our trees, came inside, washed, chopped and simmered them. Served the warm sauce beside some roast pork at dinnertime. That's local food. Dessert was figs, sliced in half, drizzled with olive oil, warmed under the broiler and served in a puddle of plain yogurt with a bit of honey (thanks for that one, Bill!). 
Last evening, Batman and I wandered down the road at sunset. We were surprised to see the plow flags installed along the road so soon...what does the road crew know about the upcoming snow season?
The late afternoon sunlight slants in a most gentle and peaceful way...
The neighborhood farmers have spent the last few days cutting the corn for silage. Tidying up in the fields. 

I counted twelve robins feasting under the crab apple trees. And a very plump chipmunk, too!

Batman and I are working hard at putting the yard to bed. The hammock and picnic table are snugged up in the garage. We continue to add to the woodshed, emptied the rain barrel, put up storm windows. You know how these lists are, they never seem to end. And each seasonal list has it's own pleasures and aches!

A pot of chili and cornbread with friends tonight...

Do you feel the season changing at your house?