It is beginning. That transition from summer to fall.
The garden shed is becoming a shed again. Irene's flower shop is closed.
The greenhouse has been transformed from a storage shed back to a place for overwintering plants. Tom has taken cuttings of his fancy leaf geraniums and put them in growing medium to set roots. they will be next years's plants.
Before long pots will be moved in and the shelves and floor will be full.
This afternoon he took cuttings of plectranthus.
After cleaning out the flower shop/shed, I started putting away summer things on the patio. I took off the oil cloth table coverings and the umbrella and we put the the patio rocking chairs and plastic chairs in the shed.
I never like putting away summer, but it does feel good when jobs are done and things are simplified.
But I couldn't go all the way yet. This part is still summer. Notice that the grass is all green again, thanks to the rain we finally got. More is on the way.
In fact, the water system is mostly turned off outside now, while inside the furnace is coming on in the evenings when the automatic schedule bumps up to 70.
I picked more crops today, some beans and zucchini, which are shutting down now, and I pulled a few carrots. Then I picked new bouquets for the house.
September is the time for asters, here mixed with marigolds for the kitchen table.
Some of the dahlias blew over in the storm, but there are still plenty of blooms to pick for color in the downstairs bathroom.
The nights are getting colder and the first tinge of red is showing on the top of the Full Moon Maple tree outside our office window upstairs.
Josy is snoring softly on the desk chair beside me. She doesn't like it that I'm not eating lunch outside on the patio anymore, but she is not spending as much time outside now either. She is transitioning too.