I love the light this time of year.
Once the leaves fall from the trees the usually dark living room has a soft glow early afternoon each day. Only for a few hours. The crooked shadows of naked trees branches along the floor.
This shift from fall to winter is a favorite, like all of them I suppose. The excitement of the holidays. And snow. The wood stove on and off until finally it is roaring full time to keep the house toasty. We moved the couch in front of it this year. We all pile into the chairs and onto it and sit around the fire. The heat seekers of us sit right on the hearth ledge until we can't take it anymore. Luke does this and then plunges his warm little body into my lap.
"I'm a human warmer upper!" he tells me.
The pumpkins have been leaving the house, bound for the chicken coop. Making way for the Christmas decoration boxes that have come out. The white lights are going up and there is a furry of paper cutting.
If there is no snow outside, they say, they will make it themselves.