I’ll be happy when the summer ends and September arrives. Oh, wait. For several seasons in a row it appears that they have shifted a month later. There was a hint of autumn in the air and the critters were preparing for winter in earnest. The leaves won’t be so lovely this year because of the drought. They are drying up and crumpling to the ground. But today was hot and heavy humid.
Wake me up when September ends.
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