Summer’s end is almost here. The nights are becoming crisp and quiet. The days strive to reach the heat of July, but don’t quite get there. But that’s all right with me. I am so ready to usher in the fall searson. To wear a cozy sweater and jeans, to watch the marching band at the high school football games, and to snuggle close on chilly nights. I may be a little too optimistic about the upcoming months due to my recent ascent into an aged sugar maple. That is all.