from The Education of Little Tree
"Fall came early to the mountains that year. First, along the rims high against the sky, the red and yellow leaves shook in a brisking wind. Frost had touched them. The sun turned amber and slanted rays through the trees and into the hollow.
"Each morning , it made its way farther down the mountain. A timid frost, not killing, but letting you know you couldn't hold back time; letting you know that the winter dying was coming.
"Fall is nature's grace time, giving you a chance to put things in order, for the dying. And so, when you put things in order, you sort out all you must do . . . and all you have not done. It is a time for remembering . . . and regretting, and wishing you had done some things you have not done . . . and said some things you had not said."
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