The leaves are beginning to turn. The air is crisp and when evening comes, it gets downright nippy.
With a hard freeze coming any day now and the trellis bowed by their weight, it’s time to harvest the gourds.
But inside- it’s warm and cozy and we are enjoying the first fire of the year in the big stone hearth.
Tomorrow morning there will be hot coffee and plenty of plump, gooey cinnamon rolls for breakfast.
Life’s always sweeter in the country.
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