As we feel autumn in the cool air, it is bittersweet. The horses loved the shift, running, playing, and embodying the crispness and relief from the heat. I miss their seasonal energy, finding joy in the memories.

I love fall colors. Now, so many blooms—asters, goldenrod, some phlox fooled by the cooler nights, thistles’ furry heads of brilliant purple. How wonderful to watch the color pallette change across seasons. Time to plant bulbs at the tiny house.