Chilly nights and cool days signal the ending of yet another summer. The grape vines are heavily laden with fruit as the leaves begin to turn brown.
Wild flowers still bloom but not with the profusion of a few weeks ago
Hummingbird visits to the feeders have dropped dramatically indicating that their autumn migration has begun.
Autumn holds much promise; promise of natural beauty far exceeding anything the other seasons can offer, but her beauty is fleeting as the cold gray days of winter rush in upon her heels. It is with some regret that I bid summer good-by but at the same time anticipate the coming autumn splendor with eagerness.