As a native of Louisiana where it rains all year long, I struggle through our hot, dry summers here in the Sierra foothills. By September, I'm parched--emotionally, physically, spiritually. Like the gardener, the garden is depleted as well. My summer superstars, the dahlias and zinnias, have given up the ghost. And then, it rains! What a catharsis. And so fall begins in earnest, and not a moment too soon. I hope you find rest and renewal in this change of seasons. Happy fall, y'all!