Out my kitchen window

There’s a rustle as I walk through the flower garden. It’s autumn and leaves are scattered on the ground.

Moving indoors and looking out the kitchen window, the color in the flower garden has changed as the weather slowly creeps into cooler days and nights.

It’s the kind of weather that makes a person want to cuddle up in a favorite sweatshirt and stoke a fire in the backyard fire pit.

I’ve resisted the urge for the wood in the fire pit due to the extreme dry conditions and low dew point in the area.

I will wait until “the white stuff” swirls and covers the ground. Then I might light a few log...