When did you first sense it? What was your first experience of summer’s passing? What brought your attention to the season’s changing?

Several people have told me fall is in the air. I live on Valentine Road so see the Cascades on the Valley’s east side every morning. Last week the marine fog hanging on them was the first I saw since I was here in March. That was a welcome replacement of the smoke from the Canadian fires.

But my first fall notice was an end of summer sensation. Walking on Third Street toward the marina August 10, I stopped to pick black raspberries by the slough. My f...