The leaves are starting to change. The acorns dropping by the millions it seems. Fall has arrived. I am not sure if the calendar agrees but my eyes to not deceive me. The browns and golds, the oranges and reds. The slight chill in the air and the bounce in the step of man’s best friend signal the the changing of the seasons. Afternoon strolls around the lake have replaced hiding in darkened air conditioned caves trying to survive. Chirping birds and opened windows have replaced the constant hum of the air-conditioner. The landscape is being repainted, prepared for winter. But until the coldness of the first snowfall we are blessed with the seasonal majesty of nature.
