Summer is slipping into autumn here in our little valley.
I always feel a tinge of regret, never wanting to let the sunshine turn to gray skies
and the warmth dip, prompting me to bring out the wool sweaters and bring in another
armful of fire wood.
But there are compensations.
Fresh local corn at the farmstand we pass every day.
The last straggling blooms in the garden.
And this year... elderberries!
Signs of autumn are everywhere. It's undeniable.
Time to start thinking about a neighborhood bonfire, the last batch of jam, and getting the Christmas projects underway.
Time to bake another pie and celebrate the lingering joy of summer before we embrace the autumn that's rushing toward us.