There is a slight chill in the air, the first whisper that King Winter is on his way.
I love this time of year, the slowing down towards sleep, the quieting of the earth. The boys sense it and slow, too, which is always a relief after the wild abandon of summer.
It is the time for contemplation, for building heart connections, for breathing.
We will be always in the kitchen, now.
When we are not in the woods, of course.