It’s always sad to see summer come to an end. Indian summer teases one to want to hang on even longer! But it never fails. By October, quite predictably, I’ve already begun singing Christmas carols! Thoughts turn to cozy winter nights spent on projects long forgotten. I wait for the first snowfall…counting each flake as it falls, and announcing the event to anyone who listens. I look forward to making a path to the barn through the snow drifts. In the quiet of a winter’s night you can hear the animals munching on their hay. Once inside, the sweet vapors seem warm compared to the evening chill. From my pocket come apples from the root cellar for each animal and they seem to be at perfect peace with nature’s changing ways.