I really hate to say this . . .
but I can tell that summer is on its way out.
The nights are cool.
We have fog in the morning.
The daylight is waning.
My garden is tired.
I'm trying to get myself mentally prepared for the reality . . . that summer is winding down. But this is a hard one for me. I'm going to grab hold of whatever is left of summer . . . and not let go!