I guess she'll have to go.

I woke up cold this morning. Not tremendously so, not unseasonably, but in waking up a little earlier than usual while it was still cool from last night, with most of the covers flipped to the other side of the bed from moving around while sleeping, I felt a little chill in the air.

It's borrowed time now. There's butternut squash in at the market and there's still some blueberries and I'm counting the weeks until tomatoes are gone. And it's good to know it when it happens. To really feel it in the air.