It must be Harvest time.
Pickles, relish, pasta sauce and pesto to freeze, apple pie, bottled fruit and herbs drying on the rack.
Produce from our garden, and fruit from friends, our neighbours and the Plenty to Share stall across the road from the local store.
It's easy to give thanks right now - the table is abundant, the cupboards full and the warm weather is still holding.
And yet, even in the fullness of the Harvest, there seems to be the onset of decay - the first leaves turning, the bean vines drying, the flowers spent on the compost piles.
The ever-present paradox of this sweet life.
Right now, I'm feeling full of all this goodness and am hoping this gratefulness can hold me through the darkest times of the winter to come because she sure is coming.