I fell asleep on the couch last night, folded up like an accordion while reading. My library book, Kenneth Roberts’ Arundel, is due on Wednesday.
The book takes place primarily in October, 1775 with winter suddenly folding into history’s autumn scenes.
I took that picture on October 16 and although there is still quite a bit of color holding on everywhere, this week’s blessed rain prompted a shower of leaves. Yesterday, I saw the river through the trees in the back yard.
Another sign of winter folding in.
Julie-Ann Baumer 
On Saturday the yard and trees were filled with chirping birds, eager to get on with their business. The trees around me had been filling with birds for a few weeks, obviously a gathering point on the bend in the river. They were so thick that our cat feared to go outside, glancing in terror ever skyward. By Monday they were all gone. Yesterday afternoon I saw long straggler in the empty maple outside the bedroom window.
I noticed the silence of the birds just the other day. Hunkering down time. Beautiful and sad, the coming lonely winter.