The Last Day of Summer

Farewell to Summer

Today is the last day of summer according to the calendar. September has been more summer-like than most, albeit; very dry.

Last night a gentle rain fell, the first in a few weeks, and I fear, not enough to really soak the dry earth.

There's still so much left to do in the garden and I am waiting until the cool Fall days of October arrive to plant bulbs and divide and separate perennials.

Some good news on the weather front in today's paper : El Ninyo looks like it will bring us a milder than normal winter.

Looking back on this summer I cherish it for the many wonderful days I spent with my first grandchild , Lea. Each day we greeted the morning in the garden. I hung a stained glass art bird on the pergola and she loved to pull its string to make it fly. When I asked her " where's the bird ? " her face would light up and she looked right at it and smiled. Sometimes language isn't needed at all.

Grandpa often uses sign language instead of words and Lea always greets him and others with a wave of the hand. She's ten months old now and will soon be walking.

We dread the onset of winter but will long remember the wonderful days of Lea's first summer.