[Article] Indieweb Carnival − Cycles and fluctuations (opens in new tab)

Through my window, I see trees the color of gold and copper and rust. I see the first traces of snow on the mountaintops. It’s getting colder, but it’s not truly cold yet. My swimsuit is retired, my ski boots not yet out. Classes have resumed and the sun goes down earlier every day. At the farmer’s market, last week was the final tomato week; now it’s all about leeks and squashes, and I try not to buy cabbage, because when cabbage season starts I’ll be glad I’m not tired of it yet.