...not only the relief from the heat, but the leaves falling (the drought helped that along!), the growing darkness and the since of stillness that sets in in nature. I love the changes that the seasons bring with them. And how they call for different foods. I made some ginger bread today and my sister said right away: "Ginger bread. Must be fall." Exactly. And also Cindi prepared a fine stew for lunch (using some of our fresh basil) - we never eat stew in the summer! We also fried up yesterday the last bit of St. Paul's famous sausage. Soon it will be sausage supper days again. Anyway, this time of the year always leaves me sad, but contentedly sad. I'm in the "fall" of my own life now. Summer is past. And it has been joyous to be the guest of the Lord on this earth, marveling at his yearly round of beauty and in each season reminding us that this is only the prelude to greater gifts to come.