I’m personally a fan of the extremes. I love Summer and I love Winter. Fall I don’t particularly care for because I’m usually not ready for summer to be over, and as much as I should love spring because of the gardening aspect I’m afraid it’s just too muddy overall for me. It’s chilly and frankly just teases you with the cold sun that looks like it should be a lot warmer. So here we are again. Somehow Summer has managed to race by and I’m not sure where it went. Like it or not I know summer is coming to an end. My morning glories are already getting burned by the cold nights, my tomatoes and cucumbers were never the same after the storm and have no chance of kicking into another round at this point. And slowly the black eyed susans that bloom so brightly for the better half of the summer are finally winding down.
In New England summer seems to come and go this time of year. We got really cold where I actually broke out some sweaters already, and yet this past weekend I was wearing shorts again. However there is no fooling the trees that surround me. As I lay in bed what was once a view of lush green is beginning to become a blend of reds, yellows and oranges, a sure sign colder days are ahead. Driving around you can see the fields sprinkled with orange globes as the pumpkin plants die back to leave the fruits of their labor behind to be picked. Our pool is still open, the last holdout of summer. Once we cave there I’ll be looking forward to the days of lounging in front of a warm fire while the world is blanketed in white. (while dreaming and planning next year’s garden of course) In the meantime though I’ll head into fall kicking and screaming as I hold on to the last few days that feel like summer regardless of what the calendar says.
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