We left the cabin last week, fall was just entering the stage

but plans for travel meant, that this year at least, we could

not stay for the change. Now that we have a wood stove,

we may give it a try next year. When I think of the seasons

I always, eventually think of Edwin Way Teale.

"We would see a thousand moods and facets of the season, 

We would see new birds, new lands, all in the surroundings

of fall."

from Autumn Across America

It is only when we are aware of the earth and 

of the earth as poetry that we truly live.

Henry Beston

"Change is a measure of time and, in the autumn,

time seems speeded up. What was is not and never

again will be: what is is change."

Edwin Way Teale

"For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. 

For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad."

Edwin Way Teale

Garden pond at the farm.

"2 A.M. moonlight. The train has stopped

out in a field. Far off sparks of light from a town,

flickering coldly on the horizon.

As when a man goes so deep into his dream"

from Track

by Tomas Transformer

"Summer girls they sure are fun 

Get so golden in the sun"

from Summer Girls

as sung by Blue Rodeo

Faded flowers and the last of the summer girls

at a family BBQ Tuesday night.

"I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,

And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;

Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,

And live alone in the bee-loud glade."

from The Lake Isle of Innisfree

by William Butler Yeats

""Nostalgia is a wound that we refuse time to heal," Asa once wrote"

from Dispatches from the Cradle: The Hermit—Forty-Eight Hours in the Sea of Massachusetts
by Ken Liu

My wife and I have found the early spring and early fall weather
a bit chilly here so we added a wood stove, which I have named Lincoln
Logs for no particular reason. We were able to do a lot of the
installation ourselves with the assistance of Helen's brother Ralph
in getting it into the cabin. Ralph also put the chimney up through
the red metal roof which he so lovingly installed in 2011 with Helen's
other brother Brian. The last act of our inspection was to remove a tree
that was too close to the chimney. Ralph duly arrived with his chainsaw
and home made tree jack and removed not 1 but 3 rotten poplars which
over hung the cabin. Much as I hate to remove trees, unlike the beavers that
continue to besiege us, they had to go. However this means that I will no
longer be eye to eye with the local swallows that have claimed the cabin,
while I am standing at the living room window.

For the last three years we have walked the dogs through the 

hayfield to the gate and back. Every year we see a number

of snakes on each walk. We also see a few by the cabin.

This year we have seen only a few in the hayfield and none

by the cabin. Until today, I was about to step on the deck when a 

large garter snake sailed past me it's front 4 or 5 inches erect,

it was dangling a small frog or toad in it mouth. Wow, small

as it was it encapsulated every film, documentary or story

I have ever seen or read about snakes. Quite the sight.

"Securely sunning in a forest glade, 

A mild, well-meaning snake

Approved the adaptations he had made

For safety’s sake.

He liked the skin he had—

Its mottled camouflage, its look of mail,

And was content that he had thought to add

A rattling tail."

from A Fable

by Richard Wilbur