The days are noticeably shorter.
The crab apples have turned red. Soon they will fall to the ground and herds of deer will be fattening themselves with them in their preparation for the winter to come.
The rose-hips are ripened and replace the beauty of the roses.
Blooming autumn flowers, such as these gayfeathers, abound.
The wild poppies are stunning.
The mullein is taller than me.
And, best of all, everything smells of sunshine and sage.
"Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night." ---- Hal Borland
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| And the fawns, as seen from my kitchen window, are still cute. |
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