The long daylight hours are over. It seems the sun is in a hurry to slip over the horizon and darkness descends so quickly. The air chills, even if the daytime temperature is high.
On our walk this morning, Scruffy and I see a man with his tarped boat. I ask if he's getting it ready to store for the winter. He shakes his head. "We're going on a last fishing trip," he says. Everyone feels the next season looming but plans to enjoy the fall.
Fall is vibrant with colour and brisk air. Skies deepen their blue and once it freezes, slough water is a cobalt hue. Shadows lengthen and contour the hollows and hills. Swaths line fields and already combines are working. Ah, fall. Too bad you are so fleeting.
I've been married a long time and often write about everyday events.