It happens every fall. I'm looking at other gardens, and they all seem to be planted with autumn in mind, almost as though fall is their ultimate destination. And then I look at mine, and while I do have some fall color,it mostly just looks tired. Kind of like I feel. Tired of watering and weeding. Tired of maintaining, ready for a break. But then I go outside, smell the wood smoke in the air, look at the brilliance around me and the slant of the sun, and think maybe I could