A big day in our lives, the last day corn will be available in our county, we went to buy eight ears from Christina at Moses Farm in Eagle Bridge, N.Y. In the summer, Moses is our supermarket, we buy almost all of our food there – blueberries and peaches in the Spring, fresh corn and vegetables in the late summer. The corn is amazing, I am barely allowed to go there unless I bring Red and/or Fate, who are relentlessly cuddled and fussed over. They love the Moses Farm Stand.

The corn is gone now, the season usually goes a week or two longer, but the warm, dry hot spell in August cut it short. I have to return to the supermarket now, where I haven’t had to shop for three or four months. For me, this is the real beginning of  Fall, the days are lovely here right now, but I can feel winter approaching in my fingers and toes.

The wussy New Yorkers are heading back to the city to hole up in their condos for the winter. I love the winter, it is the writer’s time, and I have someone here to help haul the wood. Actually, she hauls all of it.

The last corn is a transition day, between one time and another. We have  had one or two ears a day since the beginning of July. I will miss it.