As if called by the leaves desiring to turn, cooling air creates low-lying clouds in the distant highland hill of Northern Michigan.

The sweet corn has been picked and put up for another year. Vinifera gently begins to turn to rich purple. Soon the grapes will be turned to must for another year’s vintage.

And in the meantime, we enjoy this sweetest of of seasons, as fresh tomatoes from the vine burst with each flavorful bite.