Tomorrow officially ends August, and so the slide to winter begins. The grass is cooperating, only growing enough for a weekly to 10 day mowing...my bees are clustering in the cool evenings...we have tomatoes still coming...there was a dry spell that drove some leaves off the trees enough to remind us of whats coming...my apples are turning red.
Of course, I still have enough summer projects to carry me for another 4 or 5 summers. Seems ambition isn't enough. Nothing takes the amount of time that is scheduled. And, nothing starts on schedule. That's why we have 30 year mortgages.
They say we'll have a cold winter without a lot of snow. How do "they" know? Wooley Caterpillars. They know. The only good thing about the onslaught of winte ris that it leads to spring.
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