Leaves are just beginning to turn in my corner of the world. Part of the change is due to the arrival of shorter days and cooler nights. But part of it is also due to the stress of the warm, dry weather we’ve had for the last two months. As the hosta bed behind the peach tree shows, the lack of rain has taken its toll.
The peach tree has earned some time off and I’m willing to bet that by this time next month, most of its leaves will be long gone, left on the grass for me to rake up.
I’ve reluctantly begun to acknowledge that summer can’t last forever. Fall’s beauty makes that transition a little easier to bear.