They say that by Saturday the high temperature will be only around 70 degrees. We will have a couple more days near 100 to get there, but it is coming. Good enough. I can live with hope.
Meanwhile, the summer flowers are throwing it all out there – like the grand finale of the fireworks show – pink and yellow and orange and purple and blue. The artlessly beautiful arrangements alongside the road are stunning – I only wish I could arrange the same flowers with such grace.
It seems to be the roses that feel the fall coming the most – even roses that have been done blooming for a month are putting out new buds – hoping, I guess, to make one last show before frost. Truthfully, they have time. I don’t begin to think frost until after the geese have arrived – and they aren’t here yet. Still, I trust nature. there has to be something coming with a 30 degree drop in temperature…something I’m looking forward to seeing.