My favorite season is quickly coming to an end. The weather man seems to think we should be expecting snow tomorrow. I like snow a lot, but is it really time for it yet? It doesn’t seem so to me. I just want a few more weeks of 70 degree weather and beautiful fall colors. But alas, the trees are bare and I have a sinking feeling that this is our last warm day for a while. I suppose I ought to enjoy it while it lasts.