all too short a lease

It’s late August and hot, and I’m already looking forward to summer.

This summer has been as light and cheerful as wet cement. 

Spring and early summer were late, and we never got the long, warm June/July days with the forest in full summer foliage. Wildflowers were slow and sparse, as summer withheld its opulence.

The redwoods are starting to show a little autumn yellow and some of the maple leaves are starting to turn gold.

The crickets sing late into the velvety night.

The pieces of summer-heading-into-fall are here, and the days themselves are perfect specimens.

And yet I’m looking forward to summer.