CHANGES

The overwhelming evidence of the end of summer is all around us as we walk the fields on our morning rounds.  There is some slight color coming to the leaves, the fog often lies low on the fields, a few geese are seen on the river, and we awake to darkness in the morning.
There was light rain last night that left the grass damp, but there was not much activity, bird or mammal, to punctuate our walk this morning.  It was just a peaceful quiet stroll with cloudy skies and a breeze.  We did see one of the immature eagles perched in a tree, but by the time we got close he had flown away.
I am afraid that soon I am going to go through tomato and cucumber withdrawal.  The crop is dwindling, and the days of tomatoes with basil, cucumber with mint, pesto on crostini topped with tomato, Burrata with cucumber and tomato salad, and tomato, olive, cucumber feta and mint salad will soon come to a screeching halt.  The dogs will have a rude awakening too, as the they are off to pick a cucumber to munch on when ever they get out into the yard in the afternoon.  That will not be available to them soon.  I do have some solace, the fig production is prolific, I am having a hard time keeping up and finding friends who will take one more batch of the luscious fruit.
The corn is starting to dry for the harvest that will stripe the kernels from the ears, piling them into the trunks for transport to silos,  leaving the rubble of the stalks and husks on the ground.
For now I will try not to think of the impending changes and enjoy the warm air, green trees, and sunny days that are left.