Slipper season!?

Fall is here. It snuck in one week and although the season could be said to change overnight, it was hard to pin it on which night, exactly.I haven't built a fire yet, but I usually hold out quite a while before I give in to a fire. No reason, other than my long habit of stretching my cold tolerance. HW is already wearing insulated Carhartt jackets and flannel shirts; I'm still in shorts (with my slippers).The chickens are no-necking in the mornings, seeming a little grumpy about it. No outright frost yet, though, to reveal all the squashes. Any day.