The Dark Time is upon us, though it's not nearly as dark as it will be in December. The change of seasons seems so abrupt; first, school started, then suddenly, there was fresh snow on the mountain tops. It felt like an act of submission, digging out the winter coats and hats. I guess if we have to bow to anything, it might as well be to Nature.
The pre-schoolers came by for their annual harvest, and stood out like shiney apples themselves. My kids are teenagers now, but they came to this very tree with their class many years ago. Pretty soon these little people will be back to gather brilliant orange and red leaves from Mrs. Green's maple tree. Lucky them, to have teachers that impress upon them the bounty and the beauty of their world.