One last...

Frost is imminent. We've been warned. But today, this day, was a gift. One last chance to bask in purple-blue glory.

One last haul of unripe tomatoes and the eighth pound of tomatillos.

One last moment of silence for the shrew, found on the sidewalk, now buried near the borage.

 One last afternoon to hang out with pollinators.

 

 

One last, eighty degree day when I should have been at work, but chose to not to be, because dirt under my finger nails beats staring longingly out the window every time.

 

 

Summer is dead, long live summer!