Autumn seems to have wandered in, almost on cue with the actual turn of the season.
Oh, it has not done anything drastic - the heat has only slightly abated to less than the face of the Sun levels and the humidity has edged off slightly. But in minor degrees, it has.
The Black Eyed Peas - the only thing that survived Rabbitcaust 2016 - have started dying off, signaling the end of the season is drawing nigh. The volunteer pumpkin may finally be on its last legs, I having only been able to beat the local insect population to two of them. The lemon and lime trees have put themselves into blossom and tiny fruit buds are now appearing. The peppers are as green as ever - will they survive another mild winter? Something to look forward to.
The days are already starting to get darker a little earlier every night, the sun rising a bit sooner. Darkness at 7 will be here before I know it.
The cast of the sunlight has not changed - for me, the sign that Autumn is truly here - but everything else is trending that direction.
Time to finish out the last batch of Highland Games, plant the Winter Garden, do a few maintenance chores outside while the weather is cool and the rain not yet falling, and settle in for a winter of garage cleaning and thinking and waiting for Spring.