Wednesday, August 30, 2006
After the long, hot, dog days of summer, the crispness of these last few days is a relief, and a tonic to my flagging interest in garden work. Plans that were shelved in July, once again seem attractive, and my old, black wheelbarrow is again trundling up and down hill, hauling in bags of peat and topsoil. The bees and I are both busy, but there is also a faint sense of urgency to our work. I see the songbirds starting to form small flocks, flying to and fro, and chattering in the brush, and butterlies are everywhere in the meadows. At first light this morning, you could see wisps of fog filtering through the treetops in our valley; as sure a sign as there is, that summer is giving over to fall.
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