In the stores, everything is pumpkin spice. Cookies, cereals, spreads, yogurt, you name it.
The crickets are chirping slower and slower.
The trees in downtown Binghamton are starting to turn, although this may be stress from all the rain.
In my yard the signs of fall are all there.
Sedum colors up in my front yard.
Fall is a time of changes - and a time to be retrospective, as the first cold winds blow, and as I watch my mother in law in what will probably be her last few months of life.
But it's a part of the life we all cherish, while we are able to enjoy it.