Few leaves have turned as yet, and temperatures fluctuate between summer-like and fall-like, but the earth slowly tilts its northern half where I live away from the light and warmth of the sun to give the southern half its due. The window air conditioners come out and go down to the basement, and the blankets and woolens come up. The sunflowers shed their brassy crowns for punky spikes, beckoning the goldfinches to their seeds. I leave the windows open at night and dream of snow.
But the northern land is still fertile, the fields now yielding their bounty - pumpkins and apples, beets and broccoli, cranberries and squash. We feast on the remaining light and warmth, going outside to take in as much as we can now that we notice the days growing shorter.