They say that life is like the four seasons: Spring is..... birth, childhood, beginnings, freedom, freshness, far-flung future, joy of the present, endless possibilities. Summer is..... young adulthood, living in the present, vitality, busyness, planning ahead. Autumn is..... middle-age, seriousness, questions, fleeting of the present, limited possibilities, future is now. Winter is..... old-age, living in the past, fear of the future, grasping at the present. I guess I’m in the Goldenrod and Sedum days of life: the Autumn; the shorter days and longer nights, the introspection of what’s left of limited possibilities, the bucket list time of life. Spring has always been my favorite time of the year until fairly recently. Now, as beautiful and hopeful as the springtime is, it represents much hardship.... watering, weed-pulling, digging, hauling and planting which I generally love, but has gotten more difficult for this aging body. Autumn now re