There's a crispness in the air these mornings. You can feel fall is on its' way. But summer hasn't given up yet.
I cut the grass today. That is a household task that I hate but someone's gotta do it.
While I was pushing the lawnmower back and forth over the weeds, I was noticing that the garden is recovering from the summer's heat and celebrating the last hurrah with a few blooms.
The squirrels are running around and stashing their nuts for winter (and digging up my newly-planted tulip bulbs).
You can see a couple of the frogs in my collection peeking out from under the re-blooming dianthus.
I guess I'll enjoy the last bit of colour before it is time to put the garden to bed for the winter.