By late August, Summer is about worn out around here.
It is still hot and the trees are still green, but now the leaves look worn and dusty. Shall we declare a fifth season? Late Summer. For another six or eight weeks, until the first frost, the trees will languish between the blossoming health of summer, and the brilliant last fling of Autumn. The dogwoods are offering a little preview of things to come.
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