Autumn is coming. The question around here is whether or not it will come in wild color since we’re in the middle of a drought. In that case the trees preserve their energy and settle down for the winter, dropping their leaves early in the season.

One way or the other, fall will be beautiful here. There will be gorgeous, crisp, clear days and we will rejoice (while kvetching about the fact that the days are shorter). There will be chilly nights to huddle under blankets and sleep deeply. There may well be, as the equinox implies: some balance.

And beauty. There is always beauty. Scott, the photographer, lives a block from where I grew up. His snaps out the back window always bring sweet memories. We live alongside a beautiful river! Both branches of it! Wishing you all the Peace of the Autumn Valley.