The season is shifting. I can hear the slow descent into fall beginning.
Not very visible yet.
It is still lush and hot during the day, yet at night I can hear the kadydids and crickets making their organic/mechanical calls.
I am more comfortable with this time of the year, its slower in rhythm than spring, and a mellow, full quality to it. A little more introspective.
I'm liking the back of the garden I'm stitching.
All those wrinkles.