Blustery Day It is such a beautiful, blustery day today, with leaves blowing everywhere. We know what it means: cold weather is coming, soon the leaves will all be gone from the trees, skies will be grey, our lives will turn cold and damp. But that's all ahead of us. Today, many of the leaves are still green. And they, and even their cousins who have already put on their brightly-colored autumn coats are clinging tenaciously to one more week on the limbs And that wind--that billows and builds and swirls and wraps itself around the house--it isn't really serious. It's almost southern. It plays with us, soothes our skin instead of cutting it, takes just a small nip as it calms before building again. It's like it's saying, "I'll be back in a month or two, all grown up, to make your life miserable, but today, let's just play. It's almost like an autumn politician, lying with the promise of March that summer is right around the corner. It is around the corner, but we are going the other way. That makes it a good day for looking back . . .