Turkey vultures ride on the thermals overhead looking for food while I drive below on this sunny day. They circle the farm fields and I drive by Dunkin Donuts, the antique shop, and into the drive…exhausted, I wait for the Mack trucks to pass and then I walk over the street to retrieve the mail. I look down to see a beautiful light purple aster with petals spread as the crimson, orange, and mustard yellow colors of withering fall plants surround it. I open the mailbox, a bill. I walk in the house, collapse on the coach, and wake up to my friend’s email announcing a link to cakewrecks. I click to this blog; decorated cakes gone bad. I guess just professional cakes, my sponge cake that ended up served in a punch bowl in May would not make it.