It's apple time here again in the valley. Which is also the time when the Big Dipper hangs up high in the northern sky at night when I walk back from the workshop. Last night I saw my breath in the moonlight. The wood man, Andy, just brought a truck load of fire wood, and every evening a cricket chirps somewhere in the living room . Not that I'm looking to roust it out. Crickets in the house must bring good fortune? Or, a lenient housekeeper is a happier woman, and that is fortunate.