The leaves are drying out and rattling in the trees, those leaves that remain green have a leather like quality. The wind is blowing down the mountain with a cool bite at the end of each long gust, a sure sign that fall has arrived. The days are still warm, but that's pretty much just a formality at this point. The heater has been put to use on the cool nights, blowing a warm-slightly dusty-air over us as we sleep. An extra quilt is on the bed, the sweaters are out.