The Goldenrod’s gilded sprays burst forth like a sparkler, igniting the garden, while the Aster’s fresh foliage breathed life into the lethargic landscape.  Finches returned to feed on the seeds of spent Coneflowers as the squirrels raced to fill their winter caches.  …

As we enter the second week of September, there’s a noticeable change in light, its intensity and duration have diminished, yet it’s something more.  Something immeasurable, but you know you’re no longer looking at a Summer sky.  I often ask myself if…