I Love Autumn

I had a full slate today but I managed to get most of it done. Jilda was a happy camper because the body shop finished repairs on her Volvo after her unfortunate encounter with a deer.
She headed off to work so I spent the afternoon working on a story that's due next week.  When I got to a stopping point, I put on my hiking boots, called the dogs, and went for a long walk.
Peak color is still a week or so away, but it's beginning to look a lot like autumn, everywhere I go.
As I walked back from Meditation Rock toward the barn, I saw this strand of poison ivy threading its way up the trunk of an old hickory tree. The sun had dipped below the horizon, but there was still enough light to get a good picture.
When I got back into the yard, I built a fire in the fire pit. I sat in silence a long while listening to the sound of pine crackling in the gentle flames. I've come to love the fire pit.
When Jilda got home, I went inside to help with dinner. Once inside I realized I smelled of woodsmoke. I love autumn.