September is the new summer it seems. With nearly perfect temperatures, sunny skies and a deep “watering,” I am enjoying this summer at last. I have even spent some quality time in my garden! (Although the “to do” list is daunting.)
I am not yet in Autumn gear. As quickly as time ticks off, I still do not feel the crazed rush of harvest and preparedness for the first frosts. I live in a summer tourist destination and Labor Day sounds the closing alarm – camps shut down for winter. Our town becomes ours again. Things slow down – perfect timing for summertime mode – lazy dog! That “to do” list isn’t taunting me, nope no siree. The new September Summer has me fooled, b-b-buuuuttt …
… The Spicebush are yellowing, the Dogwoods are beginning to redden and the Creeper is aflame. The hummingbird feeders have become ghost towns,eerily vacant.The spiders are large, creepy and numerous. Fall bulbs are arriving in the mail. These aren’t signs of summer in spite of those blue, sunny skies.
As summer always seems to do, it has flown by … SWOOSH! … did you hear that? It’s summer gone by as we turn the page to October [ evil laugh ].