We had our first snow Halloween night.
So today, the deck chairs were cleaned and stored. The pots of fading flowers were upended in the woods. The geranium and lobelia, still blooming, were spared, and are adjusting to indoor life. My wind chimes, happy and sunny in the summer and wild and restless in the fall, are silent, hanging lonely in a closet.
The wood is stacked.
Our pantry is being stocked, in preparation for the holidays and blustery winter storms.
The smells of pumpkin bread, bubbling stew, and apple crisp bring us close around the table, as darkness settles.
We light candles and build a fire; it's time for gathering around hearth and home.