Somewhere out There

It has been hot over the past week or so....felt like the summer we never had. It made it hard to drag myself out on the hills, but I walked as much as I could every day.

Today we awoke to cooling temperatures and as the morning advanced a cool breeze sprang up and it became almost cold.

And just like that Fall arrived.

You can see it. The sky is so bright you can barely look up. Leaves are just beginning to change down here in the valley, but the Virginia Creeper and Staghorn Sumac are waving flags as red as Rudolph's nose.

You can hear it. Swish as leaves fly by. The flap, flap, flap, of the hay wagon canvas, whipping in the breeze. And overhead wild and wonderful beagle barking as the geese pass east and west and out of sight.

And you can smell it. Ice cold air, soft, warm ponies, drying leaves, a faint tinge of ripening apples, and under it all, the tiniest hint of wood smoke....that is autumn right there.