I was bent over grabbing an egg from what used to be the duckling hut, now it is the egg laying spot for the chickens. As I thanked the ladies for the intact small terracotta egg that I found (intact being the most important part, because later in the morning I would find two more eggs, one of which was pecked open and being furiously ingested by two hens), I heard the first honking of the season. I smiled and looked up into the clear blue sky, waiting for the v-shaped flock to appear from behind the spruce trees. A flock of eighteen Canada geese, with the rising sun shining from underneath onto their broad bellies, turning them brilliant white. They were flying quickly and disappeared within seconds, but their appearance, along with the Autumn like cool morning, signals the end of Summer and beginning of Autumn that will occur next week. While I am still in bare feet and shorts, I have been wearing my shawl in the house and this morning my husband made coffee while wearing a hooded sweatshirt. Even the hot blooded little babe declared that it was cold and that she needed a sweater with pockets, after I told her that it was a tad early for mittens. For the past several days, my lattes have been hot instead of iced, and while I am sad to rip the tired basil out of the garden and to see the tomato bounty come to an end, I am ready for Fall.