Our economies are crashing and tragedy surrounds us. But, in this microcosm it is a clear, beautiful August morning. The cicadas are droning in the arborvitaeand a balmy breeze is wafting through my window. In the garden many of the pumpkins are already orange and the tassels on Colleen's quorum of corn plants are turning brown. It's the kind of summer day that I can sink into and and appreciate the gift of my life in this here and now. After 52 years on the planet I've learned to embrace that ol' truism "stop and smell the roses."