Everywhere you look here you see geese soaring back and forth across the marsh, quacking ducks sound like they are laughing their heads off, flocks of birds rattle the leaves and chipmunks tear back and forth across the lawns with their cheeks stuffed with whatever it is chipmunks stuff their cheeks with. Soon we'll be splitting wood, putting away the flower pots and piling up the pumpkins. I adore autumn. Yesterday we had two rainbows over the hayfield - I mean, come on! How can you not love that?? All this poetic, autumn is so sad baloney is written by people who have never been to my house in autumn or who don't take my brand of anti-depressants - but that's another story. As I write, two guests linger over the breakfast table and I linger over a final cup of coffee, trying not to see the looming mountain of ironing which covers my exercise bike.