The Garden is mellowing now…
Seeds mature…
Hidden squashes and pumpkins come to light…
All the while the Crocuses are announcing Fall’s arrival.
How can I be sad when there’s this brilliant last sunshine, this scintillating crispness in the air on my face and all the sweet summer’s length of memories to tuck away toward winter’s want?
–LS
Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them… Eccl.12:1