|Sunset shadows over Crestone Needle, Sangre de Cristo Range, 8 October 2010.|
So I built a fire, the first one of the season, which had an official "end of summer" feel to it.
"It's a sad occasion," M. said, as she prepared to do some yoga in front of the bright orange light from the Pyrex windows.
Then she recalled that she had built the first fire last year on September 9th during a spell of cold, rainy weather. This year's fall season has been warm, and it may warm up again.
(I think that we are looking at an "open winter," as the old ranchers say, when you do not get snowed in so much.)
As a matter of religious principle, however, I never turn on the furnace until the 1st of November.
Meanwhile, there is some discussion of bread-baking today.