September 1. Summer on the wane, but not quite autumn. In the mornings, I put on a little heat in the car and by afternoon I'm using the air conditioner.
Bees continue to hum about the flowers, collecting nectar against the coming winter.
I've just about given up on my tomatoes. Some are ripening, but there is a critter taking bites out of them - raccoon, squirrel, rat? Many are deformed and not as sweet and juicy as usual. It's been a very odd summer in my garden.
A few cornflowers continue to bloom alongside the yellow rudbeckias, dahlias, and zinnias. I'm beginning to do some garden cleanup. Most of the stalks and flowers I leave for insect hibernation, but there are a few shrubs to cut back, and roses to deadhead.
Hydrangeas are turning all sorts of mellow pinks, purples, and burgundies. A few new blossoms continue to appear. I love summer for its headiness - the exuberance of blooms, burgeoning life, and lush growth. I love summer's relaxed pace and warm, sunny days ending in long evenings. When autumn comes, I am ready to say farewell to summer and embrace this new season, also loved.