Someone following my blog observed that Fall is my favorite time of year. This may be true. In some ways Fall is a beautiful ending to a delightful Summer. Winter is looming and with it brings darkness, difficulty, and slipping on ice. Winter also has its beautiful frost paintings on the windows, the snowflakes drifting down, and the bright light reflecting off of the mounds of snow. It is both beautiful and deadly. The weather is harsh. There is a biting cold that gets into your bones and doesn't leave until the Spring arrives.