The beginning of fall is always rich with the harvest of summer coupled with the anticipation of the leaves changing. That is the"morning" of Autumn. We have worked our way into the afternoon of the season. The garden is roto-tilled, the sunflowers pulled out, the perennials stunted and the annuals turned brown. Beautiful days starting in fog are almost all gone. Now are the cold days followed by below freezing nights. The rain and wind knock the color down from the trees, but I still try to remember the gilded parks and streets.