Blue skies, bright autumn leaves, all gone.
Shorter and shorter days. Gray skies, first frosts. The harsh smell of manure. No wind. Cardamom, Cinnamon. Chilly, lazy mornings. Bubbling apple sauce, newly baked bread. Knitting needles, colored pencils. Bowls of oatmeal, cups of tea.
Suddenly everything revolves around the wood stove.