The air is getting crispy. The leaves here stay green, or seem to fall off overnight, skipping the yellow red gold I am used to in the autumn. Tonight our clocks fall back and we reclaim an extra hour; the magic hour where anything is possible, according the the Petes. We’re preparing for the coming cool weather, staying close, heating up the oven, getting out the wool socks, boiling tea, and savoring the warm moments outside. These are from our stay in Dunedin, at the house of a rather lovely lady.