It seems a shame to see September swallowed by the wind; but more than that, it's oh so sad to see the summer end. And tho' the changing colors are a lovely thing to see, if it were mine to make a change, I think I'd let it be ... but I don't remember hearing anybody asking me.
Anyone remember that snippet from the autumn part of John Denver's four seasons medley? It's been cold and rainy here for three days. Working outside at the trolley museum on Saturday left me with a chill even a hot shower couldn't wash away. There's nothing left in the garden but the collard greens. I didn't know they could grow so tall! Indian summer will arrive soon, but summer is really gone. How did it go by so fast? It's kind of depressing.
As soon as we get a break in the weather, I'll clean up the garden for winter, cut the grass one last time, and fill the compost bins. It feels like snow will come early this year. It's time to fill the kerosene cans, round up the snow shovels, and dig out the long johns. Can it really be spring time in Rio?
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