This is such a strange time of year for me. I’m yearning for the cool mellow days of fall, yet I hate the thought of not having the floral abundance of summer. All week long, I look forward to visiting the farmer’s market and coming home with an armload of fresh flowers and vegetables. I know there will still be lots of wonderfully delicious produce there and even my garden will manage to offer up a few more roses before Thanksgiving but that embarrassingly gorgeous profusion is coming to an end and I can’t help but feel a little wistful.