As summer begins to fade around these parts and the bees start to attack the bamboo blooms, it's time to be thinking autumn. I hate to do that, but I've got enough of the realist blood in me to say it's true. There are other signs. The small leaves of the tree, that holds one end of the clothesline, have been fluttering to the ground since the winds came at the start of the week. The grass, that I almost believe I moved each week in July and August, is really taking its time to make work for me. It's been almost two weeks since I fired up the lawn tractor to take the 11/2 hour trip around the yard. The dragonflies have invaded our yard. Seemingly, dive-bombing us as we leave the back door. By 4 PM the back deck is devoid of the warm steady sun of even 2 weeks ago. Finally, I checked the covered woodpile out back yesterday, and the drying wood whispered the words, "we are ready". It has the 'smell' too. I know that aroma well. Autumn is on its way to us. The harbinger of the not too distant flakes of snow."Ahhh, seasons change with the scenery
Weaving time in a tapestry"
Simon and Garfunkel
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