The title of this post is from a recent song by Five for Fighting (The Riddle). Anyway, those words keep running through my mind this week, as we’ve had two storms sweep in and blow summer far away. The first was last Friday, which brought snow to the mountains. It’s pretty to see Mt. Timpanogos and Lone Peak covered in snow, but it’s also sad when you love summer as much as I do. My absolute favorite time of year is from June 1st to mid July. So many flowers are blooming in the garden, and the hillsides are still pretty green. The whole natural world is picking up the pace after recently waking up. I just love it. So, it’s sad when August brings the foreboding hints and then September clinches the deal.
But, still, there are some nice things about fall, as temporary as they are. Here are the beginnings of fall colors in my yard, first from a Golden Rain tree and then from a Peking Cotoneaster shrub:
Also, we took a very quick drive up American Fork canyon on Monday, and here’s a shot of some of the Rocky Mountain maples turning red. We need to get back up there soon and do some family pictures in the fall colors.
I meant to mention that we’ve had two minor freezes in the past week. A little frost was on the lawn, but the tomatoes aren’t dead yet. It’s warming back up to the 70s this week with lows in the 40s, so I hope the tomatoes will keep on going.