I washed my second story windows with one of those products where you attach your hose, wet, spray and rinse. Now my window has suds marks. I swear I rinsed longer than the recommended time. Sigh. The office windows do not tilt in to be cleaned so I will have to get a ladder if I want to be rid of the suds. I think, though, that if I wait the angle of the sun will change and the suds won't be so apparent. (The lazy woman's way out.) The view from my window-once you look through the smear- is one of late Summer, early Fall. Shadows are long and the light hits the leaves in a way that makes them look like diamonds among the dark green. The only bird sounds are the crows and the doves. The migrating geese are not here yet. Perhaps in another week or two they will be landing on the lake for their ten o'clock coffee break. For the last two Falls I've been able to set my watch by their arrival and departure. It's a cool 51 degrees F and I have the windows open. The squirrels have been busy hiding food in my back yard. One of the neighbors is using their fireplace. The scent floats through the window. In the distance someone is mowing. In the suburbs someone is always mowing from the time the snow melts until it comes back.