There is a hint of change in the air, coming all too soon. Sometimes there is a balmy evening breeze, echoing warm reminders of summer past. The stars seem to be flung in a sky of velvet majesty, like jewels reflecting the love of God to the heart of man. How sweet are the orchards of apples. Their fragrance fills me with delight.
Children prepare to return to school.
Little ones standing on each corner with bright shiny faces. Pumpkins round and large, in orange fields, waiting for children to take them home. Bundled stalks of corn for home and hearth. Cider and doughnuts with good friends. Yes, I will think on these things when the snow comes.