Happy Hour

We were out on the patio, splitting our usual beer and munching on peanuts. The finches whirled in and snacked on the sunflowers, and then were off as quick as they came. There is a light touch of fall in the air, just the barest suggestion of change; the light is different and there is the tiniest chill, even in the heat.

This morning's farming task was to clean up under the tomato plants that were neglected while we were jazzing around over the weekend. We removed four plants that were spent--another reminder of summer's end--but there is still food out there for awhile.