Wooly Bear season. And such a shame Onions don't harvest at the end of September, when the air begins to dry, the nights cooler, and dangerous blues in sky. All very well for the Peruvian Daffodils which can dry nicely upon their drying racks without falling pray to mank and must and rot and other summer blight.
The cooler nights are perfectly manageable. A walk about with the Milky Way up
there, our Galaxy of spirals, and the host of stars. Have to feel a little sorry
for Crickets and Frogs. And you can see Fireflies in the grass, no longer
even trying to fly. But I have made promises and will not harp on about the
coming winter cold and ice and freezing and socks.