...as if I am in Italy.

Autumn has arrived in Minnesota. The colors are red and yellow and orange and amber. And when I walk, I hear the crunch of leaves beneath my feet. I also don a jacket or sweater. And overnight, the furnace turns on. But I'm still waiting for the first frost. That could be any day now. I'll have to bring in my 10-foot ficus tree and my 5-foot Norfolk pine. And one of these days, I'll be shoveling snow. It's good exercise. Anyway, summer was nice. But I like the change of seasons. I was at a chamber concert in a church in Venice this summer. The music was Vivaldi. The Seasons. And so, every time I listen to the music now, it's as if I am in Italy. --Jim Broede