Changing Seasons

Summer is gone and while winter isn't here yet I know it isn't too far away. One of the tell-tale signs happened just last night - one of the neighbors lit a fire. I don't know my woods well enough to identify exactly what they were burning but there was at least some eucalyptus in there.

Okay I know fireplaces are "wrong" on so many levels but I put the smell of the smoke on a par with fresh bread or hay or vanilla with smells that make me smile.