It was another mild fall day here on the North Coast.  So warm—63 F.—that I could still run Dreamland in shorts and tee-shirt.  Supposedly we already had our first hard freeze here compelling the end of the growing season.  But the dandelions still look hardy—they don’t know it.  And the butterfly flitting around certainly doesn’t seem to know it.  And I’d like to pretend that spring is in the offing and that this late fall warmth is a prelude to a year without a winter.  And though I suspect otherwise, my heart embraces the hope.  I will always be the fool embracing such hopes.  Yet some day, some day....    I will not be disappointed.