Fall is beginning to settle into my beloved mountains. The trees are beginning to show the first changes in color with the yellows being the first to show. It will be a little over a month before we hit “peak” leaf season, bringing thousands of visitors to my hometown nestled between the Blue Ridge and the Great Smoky Mountains. Still, Labor Day has passed and it is as though someone has thrown a magical switch. The days, while still warm, no longer hit the nineties that marked the summer days of a few weeks ago. The threshing machines are in the fields and the days, and nights grow cooler.