Fall is begun when we get our air-conditioner back from the repair shop

Fall is a bright flame before winter's deadness. Our tree-lined streets are set ablaze, our kitchens filled with the smells of nostalgia: apples bubbling into sauce, roasting squash, cinnamon, nutmeg, cider, warmth itself.

Fall is the time in this region to clear away dead leaves and branches, to renovate the borders, to start new gardens.... And even if something is left undone, everyone must take time to sit still and watch the leaves turn.

Fall is permeated with a feeling of crispness.

Help is difficult to come by — when it comes to helping you, most people stop at nothing.

Help is rarely appreciated — stop one from digging his grave and he will hit you over the head with a shovel.

Help is not always helpful — assistance given when it is not required, is as bad as an injury.

Help is a thing we are most motivated to do for those who need us the least.