I woke this morning to a very chilly house and a view of a blanket of frost outside our windows. Autumn is here. The foliage of our annuals are a blackened mess and I see some more garden clean-up in our future. I’m anxious for the spring-flowering bulbs I ordered to arrive so I can get them in the ground before it really gets cold. The leaves of the deciduous trees in our neighborhood are fiery crimson and gold and the birds, squirrels and chipmunks are all business these days gathering, storing and fattening up. Must remember to switch out the birdbaths to the winter/heated one as the summer bath was frozen solid this morning. Yesterday evening I took the pups for her walk in the woods and we walked on a carpet of leaves completely covering the path. Her nose was to the ground the whole time, sniffing for little mousies and other scurrying critters, undoubtedly. I made a point to walk past the house that always has a fire going in colder weather so I could smell the woodsmoke in the air and when we came home my nose and cheeks were bright red and my hands frozen. It’s mitten weather again. As I type this, the Eastern Redbud and the White Walnut trees are shedding their leaves; they tend to do so all in one fell swoop as soon as we get our first hard frost. I can hear their leaves pattering against the roof and ground like soft rain and probably by the time I finish this here cup of coffee, they will be gone–revealing the skeletal framework of their branches, the view I will see for the next 6 months. Autumn is fleeting here in the northeast. It seems but a moment from where you first notice it’s radiant beauty before it passes into winter, but what a beautiful moment it is.