The trees in my neighborhood have so far refused to say so long to summer…
I admire them for that.
There’s still a lot of green out there, even on the old oak tree outside my living room window, but I know it’s only a matter of time… It’s already chilly here at night — too chilly to leave any windows open — and now I have to wear slippers to keep from shivering when I step on the kitchen tiles in the morning, bluh.
What’s it like out yonder way? Does it feel like fall yet in your neck of the woods?