The sun sits lower in the sky. I am blinded by its rays whenever I try to drive west in the afternoon or run east in the morning. But the fog is gone and the air is warmer.
Night falls sooner. The rats and possums and raccoons and mice and voles come out to garden more quickly now, eating the apples we haven't harvested and any dried out old tomatoes still sadly hanging on. Luckily the pumpkins and onions seem safe, though the poor raspberries' second fruiting of the summer withered for lack of water and all sunflowers have now been cut from the yard.
Soon it will be time for roasting squash and roots, in a long, slow oven that will warm the kitchen. But I know that tomorrow we will still get zucchini and tomatoes in the produce box, for one last week of summer meals.