I always get a little melancholy at this time of year. Fall is beautiful, of course, but it's also a bit sad. I guess that's because in many ways it's an ending, as the vibrancy and life of spring and summer shuts down for the winter.

The signs of the season are everywhere. The mercury dips below zero, leaves change colour, plants start to brown and wilt. After struggling for its life all summer, my poor little tomato plant has finally perished in the cool fall air. All we have left to remember it by was its harvest: Two bland-tasting tomatoes, each barely the size of pea.

But the saddest thing about fall to me is the street corners. Little more than a month ago, the street corners and intersections of this city were crammed with garage and yard sale signs, a beautiful array of cardboard and paper and Bristol board.

Now, those same corners sit all but empty.

And alas, it's but a sign of what is to come.

Garage sale season is winding down, and soon it will be dormant for another
year.

The end of garage sale season is a tough time for avid garage sale fans like myself, and the first few weeks of knick-knack withdrawal can be particularly difficult, believe me.

Oh sure, there are second-hand stores and classified ads and all that, but it's just not the same as the whole garage sale experience.

That's because the garage sale isn't just like shopping; it's more like an adventure.

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