Goose flesh

As I stare out my window while writing this, it seems the squirrels are working overtime. Gathering hickory nuts at such a hastened speed. Where did the fall go so quickly? One minute it is here, and the next feels like Old Man Winter has become an uninvited guest! The chartreuse leaves are still hanging onto their maple branches, but I'm not sure how much longer the grip will hold. We found a little Luna caterpillar a few days ago and brought him inside. He has now turned ruddy and has sewn himself into the dry leaves to pupate for the winter. Even he knows it's gotten very algid, very fast! If I dare step out to check the mail today, I'm just asking for goose flesh!