I have been in a summer mood the past couple of days. Here in the Binghamton area of upstate New York, it has been so sunny, so warm, and so non-humid that you would think it was a wonderful day in July and not the end of September.
one of the best in the country.
Nature paints with such lovely colors, doesn't it?
We aren't that far from the end of the growing season. If we had weather like this every day, we would quickly take it for granted. But we know that the bitter winds of winter will soon blow. The days grow shorter every day, and more and more trees turn color every day.
These days are precious, and numbered by nature, even as it paints us an apology for what is to come.
One day, our frost will come, followed by the first freeze, and then the first flakes of snow, tumbling out of cloudy skies.
And the markets will move indoors and hunker down for the cold months.
But for now, honey glows and produce sings.