So we?re on the verge of autumn, or harvest season, in Oakville, Burlington, Milton, and Halton Hills, and I?m legit daydreaming about cranberries, squash, plums, and pears. Since most of us aren?t farmers (at least I?m not), we can think of autumn as the emergence of culturally-sanctioned gluttony (triple servings of pumpkin pie, anyone?