We're in the middle of August and I am already seeing hints of fall around me.
*The days are warm but the morning temperatures this week have been in the low 60s. The hills wear a misty veil in the mornings that disappears as the sun rises in the sky.
*Garden season is winding down. This morning I was out there cutting off the corn with my trusty old tobacco shears. The only crops still in the garden are a partial row of corn, tomatoes, peppers, onions, potatoes, and one huge neck pumpkin vine that volunteered to come up and is taking over as if it owns the place.
*Every day this week the mailman has delivered one or more of Gerald's books for the fall semester. School starts August 27.
*I have already given the front porch and outside of the patio their end-of-the-summer scrubbing.
*The first mums are opening and showing their ruby red color.
*The hours of daylight are noticeably shortened at each end.
Summer just began a few short weeks ago. But after living through nearly 60 years of season changes, I can see and feel the subtile hints of fall. Ready or not, it's on its way.
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