Summer is ebbing, the days are getting shorter, and the first fall colors have appeared in the thicket (or what’s left of it) that buffers us from the highway. And it’s not the sugar maple, or the sweet gum, or the sassafras, the leaves of which all turn beautiful colors. Nope. Its the leaves of poison ivy that have turned a beautiful orange-peachy-red. Poison ivy. Doesn’t that beat all? Poison ivy, which brings much discomfort to my husband when the cat, who has walked through some happens to rub up against his legs, has a beautiful side as well. Hummm. I suppose there is a life lesson here.