I am going into my autumn cave. I love it here. Warm soups and stews cooking all day making the house smell so inviting, hot coffee, warm baths, long hours reading and writing. This is my favorite time of year. I love the migrations of butterflies and birds, mammals nesting in for the cold ahead, dropping sunflower heads spilling seeds. I do not ever think of this as the time of death because so much of the work of this time is preparing for new life.