The sun sleeps in later, and goes to bed earlier
The morning chill reminds me fall is close
The afternoon heat shows me summer still is trying to remain
The garden is my best friend
The garden is my worst enemy
On one hand, putting up and stockpiling (while styling and profiling) gives me comfort
One the other, I want to light a pyre and throw my canner in and laugh in an evil manner
The season seems too short, but too long at the same time
Fun was had, memories made, another one "in the can"
With sadness you say goodbye
With thanks for getting to live it
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| Hands down, my favorite photo of the summer! |
