Each year, summer always seems too brief as Memorial Day and Labor Day move closer together. On spring and summer mornings, you can hear flocks of birds arriving, but now, on their journey south, in search for a warmer climate, they leave the thinning trees. In September, you can feel and hear the summer receding before you actually see it. Each morning, there’s a lilt of new weather; it sings a little louder as September ages and flies right into your day. Before you realize it, you’re cutting pumpkins then stirring that warm comfort soup that waits inside your winter kitchen.