This is the time that we don’t want to let go of Summer, but are very much looking forward to Fall. Some days, the sea breeze contains a thin layer of chill worthy of October; other days, it’s as warm as August.
Leaves remain on the trees, but they’re losing their softness and starting to murmur rasping complaints when the wind ruffles them. The green grasses and colorful wild flowers in the fallow fields are fading fast and being replaced by their yellow, white, and brown cousins, which soon will fall victim to the mowing tractors. We can feel Summer deciding to leave us. One day this month, we’ll wake up and realize that she’s left without saying goodbye. (Brooklin, Maine)