It is hurricane season down south, but up here in Michigan, fall is a great hovering beast that touches down and takes back off again whenever it sees fit. My sideways zucchini plant is the only fruit-bearing object that remains in my torn-up garden, and I've let a few potted pepper plants continue to produce miniature jalapenos for freezing. This is the swing time, when my front porch holds our Three Cedars Farm pumpkins and four blue planters filled with red and white pansies; when the refrigerator holds both margarita mix and a gallon of fresh apple cider. Some days are summer, but most are fall, and as the leaves change, a little more yellow or red each day, we march towards another, long winter. Before I know it, I will be packaging up my hand-painted and paper-mache faux pumpkins and replacing them with