We seem to cycle through periods of time each and every year. We start the year in January with a renewed sense of self. We set goals, jump on the treadmill and sit quietly in the stillness of winter and deep frost. Spring rolls in with longer days, warmer sunshine and brings renewal of life. Plants and grass start growing, all animals bring forth their young. I find that my heart starts to soar knowing that I can get my hands in the dirt and I that the grips of winter and fading. Summer arrives with the end of school, beach days and lemonades. Then comes fall. There are those that love it and those that tolerate it. I would say I'm more in the tolerate side. I'm not a huge fan of sweaters. I don't seek out all the pumpkin spiced items and I start to miss the warm sunshine. Every day it seems the sun dips lower and lower on the horizon. There is a part of fall that I truly enjoy though and that is the harvest. To be able to see a manifestation of the hard work that starte