We stood on the porch, listening to the soft, gentle evening rain patter on the split wood, smelling the scent of the hungry Earth and the willing sky – the deep nasal-filling fragrance of awakened soil edged with a sharp, tinny ozone. It ended up being one of those rare weekends where you plan very little and your spirit fills the gaps with awareness and inner conversations, naps on the sofa, and the first glimmer of autumnal nesting.