SUMMER, oh so short and sweet . . the inklings of fall are in the air.
This is written nicely:

" I love this time of year when August gives us a gentle reminder that summer can't last forever.
The garden and its surroundings are in over-production, run-away growth.
Edging just a little towards the realm of past-prime.
A trained eye might detect the slightest fade. Here and there, a bit of rust.
The rather romantic process of flora sacrificing leaves for seed. "