Passing By

It is clearly still high summer. Grass and trees are green and bright. The sun, on the days when it is not obscured by clouds or fog, turns everything bright peach and orange as it tugs itself free of the horizon.

Blazing blue indigo buntings chirp from the giant foxtails as they nibble seed snacks and warn off intruders. Tractor pulls proceed apace...when they are not rained out that is. The fair season is in full swing, a new one every week. Shiny calves, and gleaming horses fill trailers passing by on their way to this county and that, in hopes that they and their young owners will outshine the competition there.

However, the fruit is filling fast. I swear, you can see the apples' waistlines expanding day by day. Sumac heads wax fat and purple, flocks of this and that are gathering to chat and clatter loudly as they pass overhead or congregate in trees.

Only a few weeks remain until first frost. This way too wet, crazy green summer is passing us by. I am not ready, I gotta tell you, and I'll bet you aren't either.