We are mourning the departure of summer. It seems like you just arrived, old friend. It seems like you are dying a very premature death. It's the keeper's favorite season, and hence, ours. We still have summer projects we haven't started yet. Sigh. The pine needles are starting to cover the yard with gold, even though the weather is muggy and warm. Sigh. Soon the chairs will go inside, and so will we. The keeper is already acting like it is autumn, she's never home. Sigh.
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