The TV news people inform me today was the unofficial end of summer.
The naked lady, in fresh bloom so recently has now dried to a transparent husk, rice-papery like an old lady's skin.
It rained recently, leaving beads of welcome cool water on spider webs and and sheets of water on rudbeckia flowers.
The grasshoppers are ripening in a variety of colors.
Autumn Joy sedum's buds are filling out, nearly ready to open.
Summer savory puts out one tiny final bloom and then fades into the weathered fence boards.
The sun, its terracotta face inscrutable in the golden sunlight, looks out over the scene, undecided.