Yes, this is yet another post about how I’m sad that summer is leaving. I’m trying to take it in stride and be excited for fall, but I can’t help but think, “Didn’t August just start last week?” We had an awfully wacky summer in New England, with the real warm weather showing up in late July and August. As much as I’m protesting it, as I walked through my garden today many of the plants are giving little hints that it’s almost time to wrap up for the year (at least the summer flowering ones) and put on a good show for their last hurrah. The bleeding heart is just starting to turn yellow, many of the sedums are flowering in corals, hot pink or flaming reds, and the daisies which kept reflowering all summer (despite the wet climate) are starting to look tired. Even the brillantly colored hydrangeas are mellowing to faded steely blue or a warm golden pink. I’m glad I decided to start photographing the garden this year, since these little signs are so slight that I almost walked right past them. At least in their final few weeks I can enjoy the last of the blooms before autumn truly sets in.