I finally got the house clocks turned back, and the one in the car too. I had to dig out the owner's manual because I can never remember from year to year how to do the one in the car.

It seems as soon as the clocks were turned back, the Earth took notice. Suddenly the leaves on the hickory trees in my yard are turning gold, and a breeze blew a clump of these leaves up against the back door. The blazing white- hot sun of summer isn't overhead anymore, it's a kinder yellow sun as the earth draws away; sunlight softened with regret as it's dominance lessens. It's warmth is benevolent now, and by 2pm long shadows fall across the yard. Soon the moon rises through the pines and the night turns cold.

Today I noticed the cotton fields near Richton are ready for picking; the plants are shrunkened and dark and the white bolls of cotton hang like balls of white meringue on the stalks.
Looking out my kitchen window, saw the breeze rippling through the trees, causing leaves to swirl off and away; the Mississippi version of snowflakes. My god how beautiful.
It reminds me of one of the first scenes in Dr. Zhivago when he was a boy and his mother was being buried and he looked up at the trees blowing in the wintry wind and saw leaves of all colors swirling through the air. Anyway, it was beautiful to me.

Bye y'all, susil