The fire of fall has mellowed into the gray-browns of almost-winter. The woods trails are soft with dried leaf carpets. Skies are solid slate clouds or sometimes white puffs broken by searing blue streaks. Breezes are crisp, or blustery, or maybe damp. We come indoors in fading light-scapes and create warmth and with good smells, cheery fires, quite times. We take stock of our year in the sun and Give Thanks!