So, could this really be the end of 'true summer'?
There's something about the last day of August that makes me feel that way.
Maybe it's just because I worked in schools for years, and the very word 'September' carried a weight not borne by other months.
I can't help but notice the way the angle of light is different in late August -- how even its hue is more golden.
With luck, there's maybe even the scent of coming rain, or is that too only a matter of my imagination?
As if readying for the 'true autumn' that's no doubt coming soon, I not only picked more blackberries today, but I gave the bushes a hard prune -- mainly cleaning up the spent vines, the ones where only the stubs remained where berries had once been.
With a long weekend ahead, I am grateful knowing that we'll be spending it at home, and not out racing down highways or lining up for ferries with others hoping for a final kick at the holiday can.
Blackberries, tomatoes, and fresh green beans sound like plenty to me.
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