The quiet descends as we slip into fall

There were hints autumn might arrive early this year: a few yellowing leaves high in the canopy of the cottonwoods even though it was only August, the chokecherry’s foliage glowing pink around the edges, and two bright, orange pumpkins growing in our garden long before it was harvest time. Perhaps tired from a summer of heat and no rain, the grass, the trees, and the garden apparently weren’t…