If I had followed my better judgment always, my life would have been a very dull one. -Happy birthday, Edgar Rice Burroughs

 When the trees their summer splendor

Change to raiment red and gold,
When the summer moon turns mellow,
And the nights are getting cold;
When the squirrels hide their acorns,
And the woodchucks disappear;
Then we know that it is autumn,
Loveliest season of the year.

• Carol L. Riser