The Calendar Says It's Autumn

..and the temperature says it's summer. This happens in September, summertime's grasping the cliff ridge by it's fingernails before plunging into the gorge. But mornings are cool, the sun slants and hits the gardens in a pleasing way, and everything of substance that is done is forward looking- now we start to think about next year- the mistakes of this year are still right there in our face.
I continue to dig up,move or discard green-kids that don't pull their weight. Some will be given away. Things will cool off, frost will come, and then the rain (we hope) and we will go inside and write plans on paper , preparing for Spring.


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