Listening to the Falling Leaves

Yes, it's that time of year again! We aren't officially in foliage season, really (that's late September/early October), but the maple trees are definitely turning.

We pick Sobo up at the airport today. She suggested I not tell them and then just say, oh, let's go see if Sobo is at the airport today. That wouldn't work on Fiona anymore, but it would amaze Sophia. Maybe. Actually, she may be too old for that now, too. Anywho, it's too late. They are already playing games where they "go get Sobo". Sobo is going to have groupies when she gets here.

Hopefully, today is the day a truck comes to our house and delivers two cords of wood. I'll take a picture, because two cords of wood is a lot of wood. Not for here, you understand, and certainly it's not a lot if our only method of heat is via wood stove (there are houses here like that--ours is not). But it is impressive to me, and it's also a lot of wood to stack (we get to do that part, of course).

They have been milking the last days out of the public swimming pool. It's barely 70 here, so I don't go anywhere near the swimming pool. The chill in the air doesn't seem to faze the girls at all. I already wear my sweatshirt around the house.