I know that summer is at an end when I start seeing pumpkins at the supermarket and I have to start thinking about pulling out warmer clothes. Things change and we have to readjust. Fall never fails to remind me of the passage of time.
Bob’s garden has taken over the the front of his house and is starting on mine. Soon the fish and turtles will come inside and the plants will whither away. I hope the garden returns next year. In the meantime, here’s an end of summer look at the garden. Hasn’t it grown since June?