|Nell's Hill with the start of fall color|
Although I can’t yet see this mountain from my cabin, at sunset I can now see where the bright sky ends. As that is where the outline of the mountain begins, I know the mountain will reappear at my western windows soon. Slowly, ever so slowly, the holes in the forest’s leafy canopy grow larger, and my view of the sky overhead of my abode is opening, a little bit at a time.
This weekend brought a small taste of the cold weather ahead. I didn’t have a frost but it was close, and I suspect the lower-lying areas at the foot of the mountain might have had one. Higher up on the mountain, where I live, temperatures are more moderate than down lower. The average date of the first frost here is October 13, so that’s not far off.
It’s cold enough now that I’ve added more straw to the chicken pen, and I find that several cats suddenly want to sleep with me. I didn’t turn my heat on this weekend when the outside temperature dropped, though it was chilly enough that I was tempted to. I decided to wait it out, knowing that this early cool snap would moderate in a few days.