The trees are still green, but starting to turn, the waterlily is blooming, but our fishes have grown lethargic, so I risked an icy bath and went in quest of the pond thermometer, which registered, yes, 54 degrees.

Fishy digestion, of course dependent on chemistry, slows as it cools, and therefore we now go off our high-protein summer food and onto the fishy equivalent of Cheerios, which they don’t mind either, actually; and let their gut empty while the sun shines enough to warm them and let them digest. They’re under their winter cover, now, a floating circle of hose and greenhouse shade fabric, which protects them and does a little bit to collect heat. I’m thinking of doing one out of swimming pool bubble cover, which would help even more, and might keep the leaves out of the water—but one has to be careful not to restrict gas exchange with the atmosphere: it’s why you keep that one hole open in the ice when it freezes.

So the trees and flowers will go to autumn soon. And we will break out the snowblower, since this is La Nina’s winter again.

You’ve seen the word count meter stall. Yours truly has to do some thinking, which requires calm and quiet, so that’s what I’m up to.