The past two days have been hot and humid, the cicadas buzzing away. I brought the dogs out at 6:30 this morning and this is what the sky looked like. Something you normally see as the clouds build on a humid summer afternoon as the thunderstorms roll in. It feels like July.
This kind of weather does something to my brain – I can’t quite comprehend the garden being done (yes, other than digging potatoes and rutabagas it’s done). My mind has moved onto Fall jobs. Bringing in and stacking wood, that’s what I should be doing but not it this heat.
Then I look out over my newest garden, still ablaze with color, everything taking on the ochre colors of autumn and my mind knows that winter is coming.