This is harvest time, the sweet time of year for me, the weather is finally sunny and clear and cool in the morning and at night. The sun is shifting, less brutal, more indirect, it is photographer’s light, October light. Time for beginnings, for school, for preparation for winter. We have enough wood, waiting for our hay, a tough year for the hay farmers, so much rain, but then, I’ve not yet heard them say it was a good year. The corn is way taller than me now, it is reaching up towards the sun in supplication.