This poem, which I memorized as a child, keeps popping into my head these days. I have always loved it for its idyllic portrait of a more innocent time. These days, we witness horrific wildfires devasting wide areas of Washington State, Oregon and California – not to mention the metaphorical wildfires of COVID-19 and the US election. Rereading Stevenson’s poem brings me a sense of peace and hope for a better tomorrow not just in my garden but in the world at large. Autumn Fires by Robert Louis Stevenson In the other gardens And all up the vale, From the autumn bonfires See the smoke trail! Pleasant summer over And all the summer flowers, The red fire blazes, The grey smoke towers. Sing a song of seasons! Something bright in all! Flowers in the summer, Fires in the fall!