It is true that our weather has made that yearly irreversable turn. A couple of killing frosts have taken the last of the growing vegetables in the garden. We have a lot stored up, but no more fresh beans or zucchini for us this year.And on an exceptionally warm evening, cocktail hour may be held on the porch one last time, but for the most part it takes place indoors now.The hummingbirds left a month ago. The geese are flying south and the robins are gone. Yard work requires wearing a warm sweatshirt. We even had some snow last week. Still, there are compensations that make it all worth it.As I was taking these photos a couple mornings ago, it occured to me that this time last year, I was sending a photo of this very tree to Lauren. It has always been a favorite of hers and I wanted to send her a little taste of home. She was in Iraq, which long time readers will remember, but newer ones may not know. I didn’t dare think ahead to the time when she would be home, just being thankful for each day that brought her return closer. Thinking about it now, I am blessed right down to my socks that this morning she is at home in Georgia, probably baking bread, as she is enjoying a strong dose of domesticity while Steve finishes school. That, my friends, is compensation.