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.