Bob and I went down over the weekend. Bob cut up some of the maple. There'll be some great firewood next year! I wandered through the house, putting down the storm windows upstairs, turning off the water heater and then the water, brought in the calla lily and put it by the fireplace. The leaves are pretty well down in the yard, but most everywhere else still has colorful trees. I'll try to post some pictures. We did get a hard frost on Monday night: the tender plants are done, but the hardy mums are still colorful in people's yards.

Another season has started. The house is empty of people, fridge emptied and clean, windows closed. I couldn't resist and went down the day after Aunt Sandy and Eric left to soak in the quietness and let the rolling on of time and changing of seasons wash over me.
The house and lawn are fine and as I was walking around, the oil man arrived to top off the tanks. He said to tell you hello, Aunt Sandy, and he'll be back again later in the winter.
I picked up the rest of the trash and emptied the garden hose of water since it is supposed to FREEZE overnight on Saturday and Sunday.
Bob and I hope to return soon to chop up the maple on the road. The fall colors are really pretty this year!