The Transition

We aren't ready for the closing credits of summer to roll but we are getting close.  There is a chill to the air here in upstate New York.  The sun is getting weaker, the angle of the sun is changing, and even the local produce is changing.

Changing from this:

Beans

Peppers

Herbs...

to the fall.

Pumpkins

Sweet dumpling squash

Butternut squash

Acorn squash.next to (bottom left) honeynut squash.  We are so fortunate to have this bounty.

The blueberries are gone but the concord grapes are almost in season.

It might be nearly time for a grape pie or two.  They don't sell them locally, but, oh an hour and a half away from here, that's where you find them.  I never did have one last year.

I mourn for summer, and must be dragged, kicking and screaming, into fall each year because I know what happens next.

And what happened to summer, anyway?

Once again, soon enough, I'll be in a fall mood.  But not yet.

What about you? (assuming you live in a climate where a four seasons fall will be happening, or you are preparing to transition into spring.)