Felled

I can’t believe it’s been a year.

A year since we bought the house.  A year since the financial world collapsed. A year since I was last at the county fair.

And though I know the seasons trod a fairly proscribed path–Winter then Spring then Summer then Fall and repeat–it seems unfair to be moving into Fall again, even despite its many charms; pretty colors, apple pies, fires and stove-top popcorn.  The crickets have become quieter, the chickadees are changing their songs and on our hike this weekend we saw a few trees that seemed ready to shake off their leaves and take a break.

Which is exactly what I need too.

I’ve just made it through two really brutal weeks at work, and I’ve been trying for those same two weeks to write something insightful and witty and funny, but I just can’t do it.  So, once again, I need to take a break, breathe a little and reboot.  Enjoy the pictures and the first stirrings of fall.

I’ll be back before the leaves hit the ground.

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