Fall has been around for weeks and I should no longer be surprised when I step out into the crisp morning in GriggsDakota.
But, I am still surprised. Always jacketless, usually shoeless, the cold nips as I pretend I do not notice.
Every living creature is making adjustments for the cold that is here and the cold that is coming.
Leaves are dropping.
Flowers are finishing.
The grass is dormant, no longer growing.
Many birds have flown away.
Farmer Fred and the gang remain here, with a long list of things to do before the snow flies in GriggsDakota.