“The spiders are on my tomatoes!” she cried, “and my husband is in front of the TV watching football… ” The seasons change.  Here in the northern hemisphere my patient laments the coming of winter, the loss of her garden signaled by the spiders, and the loss of her husband to televised sports until spring.  He does emerge in the spring along with her flowers.   What is your lament about the season change? How can you ritualize the loss of the last season? What can you get excited about in the season to come? You can make your seasonal …