By Mary Friedel-Hunt
Days are shorter now. I went to a friend’s home for dinner and, before we knew it, darkness had crept into the yard where we sat talking. It was surprising, as it always is. The summer months flew by and fall is making its glorious entrance. The leaves on our maple tree will soon become brilliant red and grace the entire block with their beauty. The summer heat and humidity is making a welcomed exit. And soon we will be shoveling snow here in Wisconsin.
It is a time of transition, a reminder that change is a part of life and that nothing is forever.