"But now in September the garden has cooled, and with it my possessiveness.  The sun warms my back instead of beating on my head ... The harvest has dwindled, and I have grown apart from the intense midsummer relationship that brought it on." ~ Robert Finch  

This was in my very thoughts over the last few days. Summer is on the wind down, even though there will still be plenty of warm weather to enjoy.

 But still, it seems like you work SO hard for these 3, maybe 4 months (in the Midwest, anyway) of cultivating beauty, pulling weeds, watering, potting, re-potting, moving, exchanging, pulling-out, putting back in, chasing away squirrels, racoons, bugs, dragging the hose around, wishing for rain, wishing for rain to stop. All to squeeze it in for the few months of summer. These months are priceless!

The morning glories give off blasts of light blue, dark purple & deep pink while secretly preparing to go to seed for next year's bounty.

The  Choleus are exploding in a riot of colors.

The bird feeders & baths stay full of busy birds.

And the ladybug sits quietly.

Pictures by: me