Yesterday was harvest day in the garden. There was a threat of frost in the evening and looking at the calendar, I didn't know when I'd get to cleaning the beds out so I started the job and got half of it done.
The pumpkins are inside and will ripen off the vine. The bean teepee that the hummingbirds enjoyed has been removed. The onions are picked. I left the late planting of carrots in the ground. The cucumbers and strawberries are easy enough to cover with a sheet.

As I worked in the yard I could hear flocks of cranes overhead. The Canada Geese flew from the lake to the grain fields behind my yard. The chickadees were having a feeding frenzy at the tray feeder.

The daytime temperature did not go above 13C which falls in the range of what I feel is perfect; not too hot, not too cold. It was a perfect autumn day even though it still is summer.

In the late afternoon a flock of birds flew into the treetops. I had to pull the binoculars out to determine what they were. They fluttered from branch to branch. Their chattering was non-stop. I've seen the waxwings in the neighboring mountain ash trees but they were feeding on something in the top branches of the poplars.

I love fall almost as much as I love winter. The cooler temperatures will mean that I'm outside more often. The fact that there are no bugs makes hiking more pleasant. It's time to pull out the hiking boots again.