Nature's first green is gold, Frost says. Martha's second birthday is next Wednesday, and her days are golden. Fall is the season for traveling to New England. I will see family I know but little, and family I know well, and old friends I have known too little since too long ago. The weekend will be full of biblical women--Martha, Sarah, Judith.

Fall has brought a surprise hatching of swallowtail butterflies eating the nubbins off the fennel and parsley. October first, last Saturday, featured a turn of the calendar page and a jump shift to temperatures twenty degrees lower. So, thinking of Invisible Man's lower frequencies, I move into the change of season.