Brrr. I guess this past week’s weather could be called a wake-up call. I hauled out the long underwear and hats.

Many of the summer people for whom I work chose to stay through the fall. Covid has changed the habits and schedules of most of us.

Every year when the vegetable garden freezes it’s a combination of sadness and relief.

As I often do, I need to complain about last weekend’s wind. It stripped many of the just-turning beautiful fall leaves from my sugar maple.

The last few weeks have offered up some pretty spectacular cloud formations.

Everyone I have seen recently seems to be out of sorts.