The shift is beginning to happen. I can feel it in the coolness that rushes us and our short sleeves inside after supper. The picking of potatoes instead of weeds. The digging up and curing of (a first batch of) onions, brown and gold and red- the earthy colors of fall. The lure of the baking scented candles. The sudden rush of wood splitting and the questions of "will there be enough?" The yarn that beckons. The pumpkins on the vine beginning to grow their orange freckles.
It is coming, Fall.
And I am not ready.