Sure, the leaves are turning colour and falling, and the air is crisp and smells like woodsmoke, but here's another sure sign that autumn has arrived: the daily nap count here at Mucky Boots has about quadrupled.
Cat naps, dog naps, people naps. There's something about the time of year that encourages mid-day snoozes around here. It can't be that we're all short of sleep. After all, the sun is rising later and so are we, and our bedtime is coming earlier. And it's not like we don't have better things to do - there are chicken projects to be completed, a house that's only half renovated, and a garden that is crying out for its fall cleanup. But there's something about an autumn afternoon that is luring us all into dreamland.
Petunia the wild summer huntress has turned into a kitty princess who won't get her feet wet, and can be found napping on just about any soft surface in the house.
William has stopped sleeping under a bush and now snoozes for most of the day on the rocker on the verandah.
Me - well, I like the couch, cocooned in my new impossibly soft blanket.
There's nothing in the world like a really good snooze.