Maybe it's the gardener in me. For some reason fall, nay autumn (I've always loved that word), feels like a natural time to clear out the old and make preparations for the new. Often, spring is thought of as the time for cleaning out that which has become stale, musty, and old. Yet, to me, autumn is equally as worthy of a good clearing out. Gardeners are well aware of nature's cycle, even in a seemingly consistent climate such as ours. There are subtle, yet definitive, seasons (even here) in which certain things thrive and others die back. This is critical to the inherent diversity and balance of natural life. Autumn is the time for reaping the harvests of all our hard work from summer, preparing to rest and restore through the winter before life can begin flourishing anew in the spring.