Summer is almost gone, the leaves have started turning and some are falling.
The Cicadas and Crickets are calling day and night now.
Already it is dark at 730, and even though it is not so the days seems to shorten by half hour each day.
Days are hot but nights are cold.
The bees and wasps are busier than usual.
I haven't seen any red winged blackbirds or robins for a while so they must be thinning out and leaving.
The Canadian Geese in the train yard are circling preparing for a long flight.
The smell of burning wood and leaves is in the air most evenings.
This is my saddest time of the year.