The end of the summer is not the end of the world. Here’s to October! A.A. Milne This is a time when the leaves are still green, and the days are still warm, but somehow we know it is all about to end, as if summer was holding its breath and when it let it out again, it would be fall. We missed part of summer this year. No August summer at the cabins: we felt cheated. The wildfires had us holding our breath. Where would the burning next occur? H…