Soon it will be September. The weather is still rather warm here, and the evenings are not yet cool. In the garden the robin is back making a racket after his summer quiet spell. Unlike last year, every fruit is abundant and bursting with life.
The brambles are fruiting early and unlike our one lonely apple on the tree last year, this year we have fifteen!
When summer gathers up her robes of glory, and like a dream of beauty glides away.
- Sarah Helen Power Whitman