The End of Summer
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.