The old year has given the warning signs that it’s about to start winding down to a close. The nights have a bit more nip in them than usual and the trees are changing color — “catching fire”, as a favorite aunt of mine used to put it, all reds and oranges and yellows.
Around the kitchen stove in the evening, it used to be a competitive sport to foretell the winter, though one you needed gray in your hair (more…)