Into the Wind.

Already the 22nd of October and we are heading into the cold and bluster of fall.  It is definitely warmer than our falls and winters up until five years ago.  I am still hoping for some late blueberries, and, of course, I still need to pick moss berries and cranberries.  The never ending cycle of subsistence waits for no one.  Especially if they take a small vacation.  It was fun while it lasted.