The end of summer..those special days when the season hangs between rich, bright autumn and the sweet smell of hay. Grasshoppers sing their vespers and wild muscadines drop to the ground laden with sunshine and sweetness. I feel the changing season whispering to the trees and it's the most poignant time of year, like dandilion wine and remembrance. And each year, the dreamweavers visit to draw magical designs and to record the year in silken symbols.