We wake up and it’s a balmy 19 degrees Fahrenheit (-7 degrees Celsius.) We lie there contemplating the day, not because we are contemplative by nature, but because we really don’t want to get out the nice warm bed. We finally get up and moving. Hot cocoa helps! The beautiful Fall leaves are now few as the wind has plucked many of them from their perch and scattered them about ground. A couple of trees here and there still stubbornly cling to their leaves. Most are barren and cold looking, a mere collection of sticks and branches protruding from a solid trunk. The end of one season and the beginning of another is heralded in the bitter breeze and blowing leaves. Fall has gone.