I raked a little more today under the watchful eye of Teddy, our cat. I wanted to play with her in the yard, but she was too wary of dogs in the park, so I picked up a rake and she supervised from the deck.

In fall the earth breathes. Summer bakes it hard, but a little rain and lots of dew open it up again, while leaves comfort it, hold it close.

I’ve never enjoyed raking as much as I do this year. It’s strange, but in a good, happy, silly sort of way.