As usual I am always in awe of the fact that the seasons change right on time. How does Mother Nature do it? Seems like a funny question but really, really put some thought in this. Like a clock, without anyone pushing a button, swiping or ringing any kind of a bell, here comes another season. It happens just about the same time each and every year just when spring should appear. Just when the misery or the cold, damp, and sunless days ware on us to the bitter end, here comes the sights and sounds of spring & summer, with it’s birds singing, flowers peaking out of the soil, and of course the sunshine begins to feel different. I usually begin to notice this in the mornings when I am walking the dog to get the morning paper. There is a special smell and a little more activity in the air. The birds are singing, the grass is growing, and other than a glace our way toward a calendar, these things just begin to happen. It is the same towards the summers end when the air changes, the leaves begin to fall, and the sounds of the crickets and birds subside. Life just knows when and where to do it and yes, I am still fascinated by it. It makes me smile to think about it. Please share what makes you smile about the changes in season.