These days it is all about fall color, which is just starting to turn here in my neck of the woods. We haven’t had a frost yet, not even the lightest one, so the real burst of color is yet to come. There are hints among the trees, and the swamp areas have already started to drop their leaves, becoming back scratchers against the sky. The nights close in early and are inky black causing confusion as to what time it is. I need time to adjust to this season, but by the time I seem to have it in stride it is nearly winter. I need less time to adjust to the changes as spring creeps in. There must be a reason for that.