The last breaths of summer have been breathed in. They have been replaced by the smell of freshly sharpened No. 2 pencils and the sound of big yellow school buses shifting gears as they carry their precious cargo to their waiting classrooms and teachers. The peaches dripping from my tree on the south side of my yard are yet another sign that harvest time has come, and that summer has slipped away until next year. As the suntans fade and give way to crisper air and the excitement of Fall and Winter holidays I can't help but linger, just for a moment, to save this memory in my mind.