Wednesday, February 21, 2024

The End of Summer

the Pearl Girl

The still summer sounds drift through the open window on this warm August evening.  Cicadas and katydids chirping and calling out. Still summer.  Just a few hours ago, the afternoon sun felt so warm, the not-so–green grass crunched beneath my feet, and as I passed beside the still vibrant clumps of yellow Susans, I noticed neighboring purple phlox dropping their blossoms.  The buzzy bees, as my Ella calls them, busy themselves amongst the puffy white snowballs, quick and determined.
Still summer…but almost fall.

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