I’ve been trying not to write about the weather, so I’ll keep this brief.

Fall is lovely. People come from all over to see our fall. We’ve done some fall things, taken some fall walks. Eaten cider doughnuts. Carved pumpkins. Lovely.

But it’s just about over. Here’s one tree that’s still hanging on as best he can, but he’s like the guy at the bar who’s still dancing when the lights come on. It’s over, tree.

And now it’s hard, hard, hard not to think about what’s coming next.