Of course tonight's election coverage should provide more fertile knitting ground.
Speaking of ground ours is covered in leaves. Our towering Silver maple's been raining golden yellow for a couple of weeks now. Its still holding about 30% of its canopy so a sunny morning like this bathes the rooms across the back of the house with a quality and colour of light unique to this time of year. Experiencing natural light throughout the seasons is one of the best things about my post corporate life. I'm greedy about enjoying every seasonal nuance so I've been putting off raking to prolong this autumnal treat. Soon the lawn is going to start to suffer though so I need to attend to that this morning. I don't bag leaves, I just rake them onto the gardens where they protect the soil and plants over winter and then disappear into the soil by late next spring.
I'm also going to haul in the window screens for winter storage and fill the clothes line with woolen blankets and afghans and throw cushions that have been in the cedar chests since last spring. The time change over the weekend has started my internal "Countdown to Christmas" clock in a big way. Can you tell?