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 2026.

The sunflowers will smile no more…

and my zinnias will only be a memory.

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

No more Baltimore Orioles and Rose-Breasted Grosbeaks at the birdbath.

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 miss her warm nights, the songs of the crickets, and her languid days.

Time.

Hold it tight, for she is a fleeting mistress.

Blessed be :}

Il mio amato immortale.