This past weekend our family went out to pick apples...Galas are in!!! We then went out and purchased Ironweed. The deep purple flag of Ironweed in bloom has long been a signal of fall for me. The colors of the Zinnias become deeper and the blossoms engorged. Red plumes of Cardinal Flower bless the meadows and wetlands..and then comes the Ironweed. It is just a beautiful time of year. The cricket song will hum late into the night as the temperature begins to drop ever so slightly. I think it is important to try to live within the seasons and notice the changes as the seasons come and go. Our farm is not far from the Interstate. Traffic whizzes by all day and all night. People don't seem to ever stop. As the seasons begin to change this year, try to take a moment to stop. Catch your breath. As dusk approaches listen to the cadence of the crickets singing out the Summers End. Smell the dampness in the lightly crisp air. Take notice of the purples, reds and deep yellows of the end of season flowers...goldenrod, aster, ironweed, cardinal flower. This is truly a festival of color. Fall is near.