It’s the last day of August, and it feels like summer’s ending. I have to let my flowers in the garden go to seed, as I will collect close to 30 different plant seeds for next year’s garden. It’s sort of a melancholy task. I don’t like to let things turn brown. On the other hand, the deerfly are pretty much gone for the season and we’re able to walk in the woods once again. We’ve been seeing wild turkeys this year—something that we would never have seen twenty years ago. Trumpeter swans started to make a comeback about a dozen years ago and now it’s pretty common for each lake to have a family of swans.
All this beauty and I’m still feeling blue.