Can't Last Forever

I've been thoroughly in denial about the impending arrival of fall, but the asters are blooming, the Autumn Meadowhawks are flying, and I spent all day today wearing a sweatshirt (albeit with capri pants and sandals). So I may soon have to admit that summer's days are numbered.

Not that I have anything against fall. I love fall. Adore it. It's just that it always feels too short and it inevitably leads to winter, when there are no insects to look at or plants in bloom, and you have to really go hunting for any birds other than the typical chickadees and juncos. The arrival of fall means the beginning of the slow wind down of living things, and you know that spring is going to be so very far away.

But for now, we've still got time. Better get out and enjoy it while we can.

Variable Darner