I don't get out to the farm as often as I'd like, so I dramatically feel the change in season every time I visit. During this trip fall is full steam ahead, the air is turning from brisk to cold, and my breath is visible in the air. Giant fig and walnut leaves color the land and pomegranates and persimmons are ripe for picking. (More on pomegranates this week.) The farm in the fall is stunning and exemplifies all that is right in the world.