End of Summer

End of summer, the browns and yellows, the grasses and goldenrod, the fading queen anne's lace, the sumac and buddleja.

The days are noticeably shorter, the humidity drops and the light seems a different quality. The green looks older, faded, like it's been worn. Crickets and grasshoppers sing loudly a final chorale.

We can tomatoes and eat corn on the cob, and pesto, the last of what the garden offers. We take a sweater to sit on the porch to watch the sun go down.