Happy Labor Day and welcome to September. Mother Nature pays no attention to man-made holidays. It’s hothouse, frizzy-haired humid with scant clues autumn lurking. The longer cooler nights are ideal for sleeping, the A/C is turned off which we barely used this summer. The crunch of the first dried leaves are dotting the lawn. In a jarringly false note, fireworks are booming and lighting up the sky as I write this. Is this a new tradition nobody told me about? The sound is more mortar fire than celebratory. My cats at Cat Wisdom 101 are not amused. The Garden Muse remains stoic. Like it or not, there is insightful gold to be mined this September. Don’t count on finding it in the ground. It could be in the sky or anywhere in between.