Well, it is that time of the year when our sweet Mother Nature chooses her new wardrobe for the next few months. In some parts of the world, it is more noticeable than in others. When I was a lad in Northeastern Arkansas, the most predominant color for parts of August, all of September, and October, and maybe a bit of November, was white. Yes, the cotton fields of our world, all turned the world a magnificent white, which held the contrast as the trees began to turn to brown, then gold and sometimes red. The cornfields lost their rolling waves of green and became gold, reflecting the value that they held for us and the livestock that helped to support us. All too soon, that color would fade from existence into a dark world of browns and greys, as summers twin brother, winter, stole his sister’s glory and claimed her world while she rested during those cold months of his reign.