I can’t believe how fast summer flew by.
I feel so unprepared. Everybody is decorating for fall.
Giovanni will miss the warm summer days the most.
(His dress belonged to one of Olivia’s girls, and somehow it was passed on to Giovanni. He doesn’t mind. He’s very metrosexual.)
Fall has arrived.
My sugar pumpkins are bright orange.
I’ve cleared the last of the red and orange tomatoes.
The hens are fat and pretty. They grew up, and they’re giving eggs.
They cackle when they hear my back slider open. They know I’ll be bringing chunks of squash, cooked oatmeal, and whatever other fresh veggies we have leftover.
The air is cool and crisp.
I painted one of the benches pink and white. I’m not quite ready to let go of pretty summer flower color.
Soon we’ll have to cover the old Italian fountain and protect it from the wet weather.
My Quinalt everbearing strawberries have not stopped producing yet. The photo was take a few days back and those berries are ripe and red now.
My raspberries are still in a giving mood too.
It’s time to start moving indoors.
Mark and I have plenty of hot tea on hand.
I welcome the fall with all of its shadows and mystery.
Ready or not, fall has arrived.