The Big Dipper is right in place for the first frost! I keep noticing it because it's in the same place it was when I had my first baby. On her birthday, a Sunday, it was warm and the leaves were all green on the hills. The next time I looked, after she was born (and it did take a while, as I remember it ) the hills were covered with sugar maples in full blaze orange. Happy Birthday, Ursula!
We are eating so many different kinds of tomatoes now, in so many different recipes. The juice drips down our chins. The flavor will not taste so good again. Of course, we'll heat up the sauna!