As August continues to feel like September, I stop worrying about it.
Now that nights are cool, there is a shift in the garden's mood. The unseasonal days are warmed with colors of giving. It is curious, this thing we call balance. Perhaps when it seems it is not there, it is just us that causes that. Trying to hold onto something that needs to change. Pay attention I say to myself. Be part of it. Lest you screw the whole damn thing up.
A little red then.