September two. Fog and frost in the area. Temper-atures in the low sixties inside the house. The garden has gone to seed. The last of the tomato crop went into 11 quarts of seasoned sauce. Weeds taller than me, moles furiously digging tunnels everywhere, hummingbirds down to a few hardy souls sipping at the feeders, pumpkins large and orange behind the house, sunset before 8 pm, box elders dropping leaves, carpeting the driveway.