It's the green and gold time of year. The reds have blown away. And the bones of the forest show ever more clearly. The cranes and geese have all gone south by now. But my daughter has seen two pileated woodpeckers calling raucously while she is on her morning walk. Every day I realize that some of the things I was going to do/paint/visit this year will have to be relisted for next year. Sleep tight.