It's time for a look back at August.
In four months, I will look at this post and remember that there used to be a time when hot breezes blew and the sun smiled upon us. Plants grew. Berries ripened.
Soon, these will all be just memories.
But we have flowers to remember it by. And sunrises.
Blueberries. They are gone now.
Ash berries, west side of Binghamton, New York.
Roses on the West Side of Binghamton.
And an overview of my front yard at sunrise.
Are you happy, or sad, to see August leave?