Most of the leaves

Are down and signs of freezing abound. I’ll peel the first pomegranate of the season in the pale autumn sun listening to breezes up in the trees, some stubborn beech leaves rattling each other.

Poor dispatching choices had me on the road past dark out of my usual area. Once done, it felt good to gas up Hedwig in Topsham and hit autopilot for home, the woods. I’d be rowing Prodo if I was in West Bath…