It’s fleeting some say.

Others say she drags.

Still there are those who lament her lack of quantity.

Wherever you stand on the debate, there is one thing that holds true — one can’t capture it, no matter the number of pictures we take, recordings we make, or memories we store in our brains.

Time follows her own rules.

And the time has come to say goodbye to Summer 2024.

The sunflowers will smile no more…

and my roses will lose their blush, their sweet scent no longer filling the afternoon air.

The end of summer brings farewells to old friends saying goodbye way too soon.

I’ll miss the nightly visits of the female Rose-breasted Grosbeak at my bedroom window feeder.

And the hummingbirds, ahhh the hummingbirds–fortified by the offerings of my gardens and nectar feeders, they will travel long and hard, without a backward wave of their tiny wings.

It’s interesting that when the dog days of summer are upon me I long for the coolness autumn offers, but when summer fades away I will miss her warms nights, the songs of the crickets, and her languid days.

Time.

Hold on tight, for she is a fleeting mistress.

Blessed be :}

Il mio amato immortale.