It’s been a full autumn here, so far, as usual, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.  There’s something about this season that makes me feel tremendously alive, like my cells are zinging and my synapses firing with extra flame.  I think it’s the feeling of freedom that comes from the absence of heat, the return of Robert to our home, the cool of the night and the final pop of color out in the garden combined with the turning leaves on the trees.  These days are brimming with long hikes, hot tea, the warmth of the sun blended with cold wind (one of my favorite things), hearty meals, bird hunting, camping, evening  baths, working the dogs, and the task of filling the freezer before the snow sets in.

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Life feels so spacious right now, we can hardly decide what to do with ourselves first…but we’ll probably go up the mountain again tonight, watch the dogs do their long-tongue-deep-sniffing-steady-quartering, grab a bird or two for dinner and witness the glory of another gorgeous day burning down.

This is life after the fire season and it’s a good life.