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Autumn temperatures are mild enough so that I can wear a light sweater. The air is crisp and clear. Everything is changing - it's an in-between time.

I will miss swimming in Kezar but look forward to the snow. Hiking in the woods is different with snowshoes - you can find places that in other seasons are hidden.

The sun is lower adding even more dramatic color. Trees, especially the Maples, are really showing off. It's as if they're asking to be remembered before their long sleep, tired of photosynthesizing and in need of much deserved rest. The bugs have stopped their harassing ways. Eggs will freeze and thaw along with the protective waters blanketing them. Not enough of the offspring will be eaten. Squirrels and chipmunks dodge cars while gathering their winter stock. Bear, hikers, and soon deer, dodge hunters. Obsessive birders check off their lists.

Storm windows and plastic screening are installed to protect old homes from cold drafts. Wood piles organized into neat rows. Wool sweaters unpacked.

Our house is still being built. Windows and doors will be installed mid-October. We should have our metal roof next week. Plumbing and electricity will be hooked up and running soon enough. I like the process but I'm impatient. I want to be sitting in my chair quietly looking at my changing view.