The view from the desk

Nora’s back at work but she sent me this photo and note to share with you all. How does the season look outside your window? ~Laura

I hate to see summer end. I miss my garden when the frosts come. But there’s a lot to be said for fall, the smoky scent of it on air gone just a bit crisp, the way the sun hits the changing colors of the leaves. Even as I write this I’m watching the wind kick, and those leaves whirl in the air. There’s a difference in the sound of the wind in fall than in summer....