The heat and humidity were sent packing for a couple of days this week when the leftover traces of Hurricane Florence breezed into our neck of the woods.
My heart goes out to those who lost so much in the throes of that storm and I’m grateful to live where I do where the only after-effects we usually receive from hurricanes are a bit of rain.
I’m hoping summer is fading fast and ready to be put to bed. After all, the first official day of the autumn season is in sight.
I’ve never hidden the fact that I am not a summer lover. I’d like that season better if it was mellower and didn’t grab us, thrown us down, and hold us in a headlock of sweltering weather.
“When summer opens, I see how fast it matures, and fear it will be short; but after the heats of July and August, I am reconciled, like one who has had his swing, to the cool of autumn.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
So of course, I am more than ready for a change of season. In my book, you can’t go wrong with fall. But even saying that, there is one thing I will miss about summer.
The bright blooms in our flower garden, the little bursts of colorful wildflowers that grow on the sides of the roadways, and when there’s enough moisture throughout the season, the verdant color of green leaves and grass.
So before the reds, golds, oranges, and yellows of autumn start flaunting their gem-toned colors, I’ll offer up one last tribute to summer’s blossoms. One last hurrah. And then I want to send it off to dreamland.
“Summer is a promissory note signed in June, its long days spent and gone before you know it, and due to be repaid next January.” ~ Hal Borland
While Papa and I were vacationing in New England, it was still June and summer’s colors were in abundance. The lovely scent and pretty pink of sea roses along the coast of Maine caught my eye.
And the plethora of spiky purple, lavender, and pink lupine we viewed all through our travels up north garnered my attention and begged to have their photos taken.
But it’s time to say farewell to them all. And welcome to fall. And I am ready.
“When summer gathers up her robes of glory, And, like a dream, glides away.” ~ Sarah Helen Whitman
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I’m with you.. Bye bye summer…
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I love the photo of the roses, the rocks and the water! Beautiful!
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Thank you, montucky! The coast of Maine rivaled the Oregon coast for us. Quite beautiful and dramatic. I’ll be sharing more photos from our New England trip.
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Grab us, hold us down and throw us in a headlock of sweltering heat. Love love that!! Exactly!
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You know all too well what I mean. Sometimes I think you and I are the only ones who aren’t enamored with summer. 😆
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Thank you for sharing such lovely images of summer–love the lupine. I am sad to see summer go but hopefully we will have a mild winter here. Thanks for the lovely colors today!
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Glad you enjoyed them! When I feel color deprived this winter, I’ll just look at the photos on my computer and that will give me a little lift! 😉
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Yes, summer would be much easier to deal with if she were a bit cooler! Your photos are gorgeous, and I miss the flowers of summer too. But, I’m looking forward to a couple of hanging baskets of “wave” pansies for the front porch. Pansies are amazing little flowers to survive the winter!
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Pansies are so pretty and perky and their color sure would help get through the drabness of winter. But unless we have a truly mild winter, they don’t last up here. Too cold and too snowy. There will be pretty mums on our front porch, but even they will fade fast.
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