Sometime towards the end of October when, somehow, one realizes that the year has ended. Oh I know — New Year’s Day is the first of January. Really? It either should be the end of summer and fall, or the beginning of spring. Samhain or Beltane. I suppose that is the difference between a temperate climate and a Mediterranean one, though.
Today seems to be that day. The last of the hay is in
The last apples are picked…
And it’s time to sit for a bit — it’s warm out, after all — and just take stock of this year.
Acair Fearann 
Ah lovely, and today I have a smile, just a special one.