Cool mornings polished with a soft haze, the air so full of smells you can almost taste...fall smells like ripe pears, old footballs, new books, fresh sharpened pencils, new crayons. Busy bees, dizzy with the taste of rotting apples. Plump brown squirrels, shining in the sunlight, racing from walnut to walnut, at a furious pace. Black eyed Susans growing wild along the roadways , purple and bronze mums bursting with blooms. The sun, no longer burning the top of your head, but now warming your back. Brown and yellow and orange creeping in to replace pink and purple and blue. Here, in the last moments between summer and fall, stands a simple joy with a story to tell, a lesson to be learned. Stop and take the time to sit among the sunflowers, listening to their gentle wisdom. Listen to their lessons...of learning to look for the beauty in the weeds, of keeping your face to the sun in life, of friends being both the sun and the sunflower to each other, following and attracting in life. Who'd have thought an evening trip to the garden could teach so much?