The end of summer is in sight. The days are getting much shorter. The veggies are all dried up and bug eaten. The annuals are blooming their darn fool heads off. The perennials are sulking--dried flower pods everywhere. Gardening has been intense this summer.
With the weather so fine, and the mosquitos so nonexistent, and every day more perfect than the one before, I should be grateful beyond measure. And, I am, I am!
Yet, dare I say it? I'm ready for summer to be over. Specifically, I'm ready to see the last 2 foot long zuke, ready to put away the hose and trimmer and turn my mind to something else. It's heresy, especially after all the winter moaning and whining I did while waiting for spring, but, basta! Enough!
Let the frost come. Let the leaves commence to fall. Let mold eat up the zucchinis. Let the honey bees nesting in the compost huddle tight in the cold and stop flying about so alarmingly. Let the tools and gloves stay in their nooks in the shed. Even paradise needs a little change-up.