The calendar barely turns the page and September struts in wearing a blaze of color like a fashion model showing the newest line upon the runway. Leaves burst into applause of red and orange and yellow. The show is intent upon defrocking the green mantle nature worked so hard to maintain all summer. Soon there will be a new carpet underfoot – a mishmash of crinkled crimson, battered browns, and glorious golds. If only they remained there to cushion our walk through this season and into the next without becoming crisp encrusted clumps lying dozing under a downy white duvet.