After a week of sun and warmth, bleak days are suddenly here. Virus stalks the land. Yet fall colors brighten wild strawberry leaves hugging the mowed path! And the other morning, on every blade of grass, each twig and dried flower-head, frost revealed countless festooning spiderwebs, set to catch small first-snow crane flies and other delicacies. What to make of such unexpected beauty in such a drab and troubled world?