On this Side of the Equinox

My mother-in-law used to say when the moon thinned to a sliver and tipped, the rain would fall. That happened just before the equinox, and my farmer friend said the rain was the equinox storm and not to worry, the sun would be back soon.
Some of us in the autumn of our years have been through an equinox storm and are now basking in the return of the sun for awhile longer.
Seasonal signs that fall has arrived come in Crayola colors called: burnt orange, russet, pumpkin and gold. For some of us in gray and silver.
Harvest is in full swing. White tails flag their way through yards and gardens in search of edibles, and bears search for chokecherries and apples. Wild gobblers strut their fan of feathers as they parade for the hens they hope to impress. Territorial squirrels scurry about filling their pantries and scolding trespassers.
Pigskins fly overhead and shouter-padded young men jam into each other fighting for yardage in the mud, much to the delight of old men tending home fires. As evening begin sooner, rakes are laid aside for the evening news and the weather man's predictions. Should the tomatoes be picked tonight? Will thee be frost on the pumpkin in the morning?
As you meander through the twilight of summer, and find your way through the fog that hangs heavy near the river, search for mums,., apple crisps or cinnamon candles and celebrate your days in the sun.