Why does the world cloak itself in such riotous color before it gives way to the hard cold greyness of winter? I so enjoy this time of year. It makes me think of a gracefully aging beauty holding on but without regrets to the vanities of her younger self. The luster of her hair and smooth skin gradually giving way to sparkling jewels, fine fabrics, and artful makeup. The sheer exuberence of youth replaced by the wisdom and sophistication of experience. Each season enjoyed in turn.