Autumn And All Of Its Attendants

Despite the lovely weather, autumn has arrived. There's a certain chill in the morning air that was not there before. In my parent's garden, the walnuts are pattering down in vast quantities. On our farm, the pumpkins have matured and are lying about in orange resplendence. Shorter days and lengthening nights. The hills here are burnt brown and holding their breath for the rain. The tractors, though, are working seven days a week and at night in order to work the ground up before that rain. We run Caterpillar Challengers, and they look like yellow dinosaurs, lumbering about the fields with the dust blowing around them.

We really don't have much of seasons here in California, but I do appreciate the hints and pieces that appear.