Wednesday, September 23, 2020
My pool is covered.
My garden is a sad view of dangling small tomatoes that will never ripen.
The lone tiny spaghetti squash that tried to build muscle is going to rot on the vine soon.
Weeds have sprung up where beets and green beans grew, long ago eaten.
Summer is now a memory.
I hope fall gives me as much joy as the warm months did.