The smells of summer still hang in the air. The potent fragrance of fertile soil. The aroma of a bonfire after dark to whisk away the mosquitoes. The blooming roses cast their lovely scent as they cling to life, knowing only too well that their days are numbered. The days grow shorter. The last glimmer of sunlight is consumed by darkness. In what seems like an instant crimsons, golds, rusts and brilliant yellows take the place of lush, succulent greens. God has taken His paint brush and blended warm hues on His palette – placing the pigment on the landscape. He gives us one more brilliant display before the lifeless blanket of white spreads across the great expanse. Autumn!