Fall flashed before me yesterday in the most gentle and touching way, we were walking in our town cemetery and a beautiful leaf, fresh off a big maple tree blew in front of me and across a grave marker. Red had just done one of his outruns around the markers and then back to me, and this leaf landed on the top of a marble grave marker. It told me Fall is getting close, time for the hay to come into the barn, time get the firewood stacked, time for longer walks in the deep woods, time for the bugs and mosquitoes to leave, time for the kids to vanish from their bikes, time for my next book to come out, time for the second Open House (Columbus Day Weekend). Fall is my sacred season, the season of change.