As I sit here in my craft room, I hear the crickets outside my window, and I get the somber thought that fall is arriving, and soon the crickets, frogs, and summer birds will be silenced. And the long wait til Spring and their return will be such a yearning. So I'll spend as much time as I can outdoors, soaking in the sites and sounds of summer, as the days shorten. But Fall brings her beauty, and there will be a new season to take in the aroma's and sites. The turning of the seasons is beautiful in Michigan, I wouldn't trade it for anything.