The days smell different from Summer, especially as we step off the porch to catch the bus. A whiff of woodsmoke, damp morning fog and falling leaves all combine to make a distinct September smell. I finally sent a baby quilt off to Oregon to my cousin's first grandchild, born three months ago. I'll also enter a couple quilts in the Major's Inn Show in Gilbertsville on display the first weekend in October. It's a lovely excuse for a day trip.