You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky As we walk in fields of gold, (Fields of Gold, Sting and the Police)

      Fall is coming.  The grass in the valley has turned gold and has a sage aroma from the sun's warmth.

(daily ex update, walked with my dog 4.1 miles this morning, ytd walk 618.6 miles.  pm tm run 6.5 miles, ytd run 1014.9 miles)