We’re enjoying summer’s last hurrah right now: a 90-degree “heat wave” which belies the changing seasons. I’m leaving the windows open as much as I can to enjoy the fresh air, before it gets too cold. The days are already noticeably shorter, getting dark by 7:30. This Sunday night will be the last time our “little church” small group will meet for a potluck picnic, and we’re meeting an hour earlier in order to have enough daylight. After that, we’ll be moving our gatherings back indoors. 
Despite the luxury of shorts and sandals, we’re already starting to see color changes in the leaves, and some are starting to fall when the wind blows. Most of the trees are full and green right now, but soon they will be full of explosive fall colors. Fall is the best time of the year to be in Oregon. The glorious array of autumn leaves, pumpkin patches, fresh berries, and the best apple cider you’ve ever tasted, fresh off the farm. There are a few local harvest festivals we’re hoping pay a visit to in the coming weeks.
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