I awoke today to heavy darkness, the sound of rain pounding on the tin roof. No way was I getting out of bed for that. So we didn’t. It was worth the wait. The day morphed from misery to this cerulean sky, set against the blushing forest. I’m always awestruck in October. From the day of my birth, I suppose. Every autumn, it’s like this—a kind of rebirth (heck, it was fun the first time!). This is the month we molt our farm tans and mutate into something else. Not farmers, but tourists in our own community. Always a little awkward, we toddle around the world with wide eyes. Strangers in a strange land. Awestruck by all of what’s beyond Tumbling Shoals Farm.