But no. I'm getting much better at life and I understand that Time Flies and that Fall is not the end of something . . . oh, wait. Yes it is. It's the end of Summer.
But no, what I'm trying to say is that even there is not a shred of humidity in the air for the foreseeable future, I'm okay with it.
Because things in Fall really are beautiful.
Our own garden is gorgeous of course, but we were out at Harkness yesterday and it is truly spectacular out there . . .
The gardens are full of purple balls . . .
. . . and all classes of gorgeousness . . .
But, frankly, things were better when we got home. Things are always better when we get home. I mean, we try; we do. We go out into the world and we enjoy it but by God when we get home . . .
Because the thing is . . .
. . . we have a seriously beautiful Early Fall brand of loveliness in our Garden . . .