Late Summer Ramblings

Labor Day has come and gone. Even though there's a couple of weeks until the official start of autumn, today I found myself getting rid of the old season and preparing for the new one

• This morning I took the clothes out of the closet that screamed summer--the strappiest of the tank tops, the white cotton pants and skirt, and the white sandals. Their time is over until nine months from now.

• After lunch I took a walk,which in mid-July heat and humidity would have been impossible. Now, the angle of the sun is lower and the rays didn't feel as strong. The late summer weedy plants were in bloom, the foxtail tops were bushy, and the bush honeysuckle berries were ripe. The first of the acorns had fallen off the trees and crunched underfoot as I walked.

• In the gardens the black-eyed Susans stood tall. I saw a patch of goldenrod and a couple of tall sunflowers. A large Russian sage plant's flowers sprawled over the sidewalk. The cicadas were buzzing in the background. A woolly bear caterpillar meandered across the sidewalk. A Monarch butterfly flitted by

• It's almost too dark to navigate in the bedroom when my alarm goes off in the morning, and dark enough to close the blinds by 7:30 in the evening. When Hubby Tony and I eat dinner we have to turn on the dining room light because there's not enough natural light to eat by.

• A sandwich board at the local Starbucks advertised pumpkin spice lattes, cold brew, and sweets. I will not be indulging.
  

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