There's a crispness in the air that speaks to Mother Earth wanting to wash her face with a cold, wet washcloth to wake up. But as you look about, you can see that it's a losing battle. Soon my little corner of the planet will be drab and dreary but for now, it is dressed for the ball in oranges, russets, browns and golds. Mother Earth is ready to show off her best finery. Look quickly before the clock strikes midnight and she runs off for another year.