is my absolutely favorite time of year. The trees are about one third changed, the maples cerise and yellow against a startling blue sky. It is briskly cold, just perfect for wearing my ancient comfortably worn sweatshirt. I'm on vacation for a week and expect to spend most of my time playing in the leaves. So expect rare blogging for the next week.
Better yet, why don't you go outside and play too. The jerks will still be here, doing their jerky things, when we all get back.