Well, it’s here ladies and gentlemen.  We got the first cold rain of the season.  In the world of nature that equates to Old Man Winter coming into a bar and buying a pretty lady (the trees) a drink.  A wink, a gentle carress, and a few debonair lines later and before you know it the trees are blushing like school girls.  One thing leads to another, the trees agree to go see his place for just one more, they drop their skirt (leaves), he promises to call but blows them off with a cold shoulder, and viola, winter is upon us.  I’ve seen More >