With the heat and humidity of the past week (and the return of air conditioning), I completely missed the vernal equinox. Suddenly, it’s officially fall. Though it may seem like lingering summer, the signs of seasonal change are beginning to show. A squirrel staggered past me in the garden, its mouth clutching three hickory nuts on a stem. It was frantically searching for a place to stash them, but I wondered if its neck would give out first. Asters and mums are making a dramatic show in my garden, and the bees are working overtime among the colorful flowers. Ornamental grasses are turning golden in the sunlight, and oat grass seeds dangle and dance in the breeze. This is the time of year I start to think about all the plans I had for my garden. Where did the time go? If I follow that line of thinking, I’m sunk. Better to acknowledge that every day is a beginning. The sun is out and I’d better get to work—like the bees!