Let's not get ahead of ourselves, the fall colours are just peaking and the pumpkins are still in the fields. But like it or not one evening we'll go to bed dreaming of summer sunshine and next morning wake up to snow. Our Octobers are pleasantly unpredictable, our Novembers moody and ill tempered. Every month of each season brings surprises repeated every year as if brand new to my eyes, such as the wildlife I encounter just off the trails; a flock of wild turkeys foraging in a cut corn field looking like giant plump sparrows sitting in the sun, a herd of deer spooked by my passing dashing across in front of me within reach, so many garter snakes soaking up the late autumn sun before their winter slumbers.
My wife's and my own seasonal adjustment involves gently moving indoors, the yard furniture where I loafed in the summer heat with glass of wine in hand gets stored away and warm woolen blankets are pulled out and strewn about indoor reading chairs waiting for our own kind of hibernation, glass of wine in hand. But this changeover will be gradual, there's still laundry hung on the line and pumpkins in the field, and I'm going to bed still dreaming of summer sunshine.