Yes, today is the day Robbo begins the annual ritual of pulling in the hammock and deck furniture and starting in on what the seven year old still calls the “leabs”.

Ah, Autumn!

UPDATE:  First frost of the season last night.  Always a lovely sight first thing in the morning.  Even the seven year old noticed as we tooled off to brekkers together.

Speaking of lovely sights, I’m afraid the foliage has been a disappointment this year in Northern Virginny- very dull colors for the most part, and not a’tall a uniform change.  Oh, well.  I understand from the Mothe, however, that the season up in northern New England was terrific.

Also speaking of the season, we’ve had a buck hanging around this year with a pretty nice rack – 10 points at least.  This morning we saw him again, only he’s  now sporting a broken foreleg.  (I assume he was hit by a car within the past day or two.)  It was rayther cringe-making to see him moving about on the thing.  However, at least when we saw him he was busy trying to have to do with Madame Doe and did not seem to notice his affliction too much.  (Madame Doe, I should add, was not in the least interested and fled in alarum.  He sped right along with her.)