This afternoon, as I picked sticks off the lawn and watched my children doing some strange activity involving long branches and hordes of black walnuts, I decided my favorite thing about fall is the way everything frees up. Half of the cornfield across our driveway has been chopped, and it leaves me with a sense of relief, as if I’d been holding my breath while the corn was growing tall. Soon the weeds in our woods will die, and we’ll be able to ramble around the woods again. The leaves are just beginning to fall off the trees, and that opens up more space above. Even the temperature, dropping, seems to leave a vacancy where the heat and humidity once were.
Perhaps our calves felt it, too. At twilight four calves freed themselves from their fenced-in yard. We got them back in. But fall freedom is in the air!