Sailing, recently, with neighbors.
A few more leaves to sweep up, each evening, as I'm outside tending the garden.
The geese we heard yesterday spoke of it.
The fireweed in the neighborhood bear evidence.
The first rain in some time, today, a harbinger.
I lit the candles. I made a stew.
Weeks more of summer to look forward to.
And we are heading toward fall.
I love it all.