Even though the weather is performing like it is the middle of summer, I'm getting into an autumn frame of mind. I have already hung a wreath of colorful leaves on my front door. Later this week I'm going to cover the lamppost at the corner of my driveway with cornstalks, and string garlands of colorful leaves up to its old-fashioned globe.
Maybe this will inspire Mother Nature to turn the burners down to low. It's time for her to bring out her box of paints to color some of the leaves on the liquidambar trees lining Princess Anne Road bright hues of red, gold and orange.
This past weekend I was talking to a friend in New Hampshire and she said that the sugar maple trees in her neighborhood were just beginning to get into an autumn mood.
My profession as a journalist often leads me to places I wouldn't normally go. Last week I found myself in a rehearsal hall of the Los Angeles Opera where the artists are putting the finishing touches on the company's season-opening and world-premiere production of composer and librettist Daniel Catan's "Il Postino." This specially commissioned work also marks the silver anniversary of this Los Angeles opera company.