When the Japanese anemones open I know that our foggy summer is more than halfway over; that the sunny skies of autumn will be here soon. This is the season I look forward to the most: The colors, the flavors, the woodsy-composty-smokey outdoor scents, the red-gold sun with its long shadows, the just perceptible nip to the evening air, the rise of winged ants, the frantic feeding of swallows as they prepare for their long flight to a warmer winter, the promise of holidays with family and a new grand-baby. We tuck in. Summer is way too short here; our winters way too long. I still love it.