Time blazes past

We have had some chilly nights, but wildflowers are still bright by the brook and pond and there is much left to explore. I returned to the sweet spot of soil where we discovered the doll's eyes (which I now realize were not really used in dolls----I had misunderstood).
There are several varieties of golden rod there in this little spot of ground near the brook and close to the dam. This might be zig zag golden rod. I am not sure.
The leaves on the sugar maples are reddening more and more as each days passes. We are nervous that we won’t get enough wood in on time for the winter. Lindley’s chain keeps dulling. The wood of the fallen trees he is cutting up are hard, some like rock.
Time blazes past.