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I love fall–I always have, and not just because my birthday is in the fall, but also because it’s a lovely time of year. Not an ending, but a beginning of cooler weather, sweatshirts and jeans and warm beverages and apples and pie and snuggling on the sofa in front of a fire. The gorgeous photo above is autumn in the hills above the Ohio River and my little fictional town of River's Edge! (photo courtesy of Brenda Guess Shropshire) Here in the city, we cut back some of the stuff in the front garden this week–the one under my office window. It’s still got green and flowers in it, but not so much color as plants go dormant for a long winter’s nap. Husband loves the purple verbena and the colorful cosmos that are still hanging on, so we’ll leave those until they stop blooming. It’s bittersweet to trim the gardens after a summer full of blossoms, but it’s time and we’re grateful for the pleasure they brought us and look forward to all that glorious color next summer. My dear neighbor,