Sights of the Season

As I look out the window, high cirrus clouds jockey for position above the yellow-tinged sweet gum leaves. Down the street there is a constant rat-a-tat of falling acorns accompanied by the swoosh-swoosh of romping squirrels. Kevin is out spreading mulch across the garden.

Behind me, Liam is lying in bed, asleep. His eyes and nose are streaming, his shirt is spotted with orange juice, and his cheeks are flushed. It's the first cold of the season.

Ah, Autumn, she has arrived!