The change of season. The rich fullness of summer. Giving its ripe fruit from Springs labor now lost. The damp, cold dark days of Fall. Leaves falling, frost forming early on window sills. Horses fur up for winters warmth, wood is stacked, chimneys cleaned, storm windows dropped. Down comforters replace light cotton fabric, totes of scarves and neck warmers take over the spot of gardening gloves and tools. Canning jars not used packed away. Garden tilled, Garlic planted mulched with hay. Chickens bedded down,and hay loft filled with ripe fresh summer hay. Good bye summer. It was a good one.