Coming To An End

It has been a glorious summer and I hate to see it end.  The days are getting shorter and the daily commutes will soon be done in the dark, but the leaves are yellerin' up real pretty right now, and we are enjoying that.  The smell of corn being harvested is something that most city folks never learn, and I am always a bit surprised by it every fall. It's an old memory. The hummingbirds have moved on and the Monarchs I see are all headed south.  Gotta file the saws and start making wood.