“WELCOME TO NOVEMBER IN AUGUST”
That was the newspaper headline that greeted us this morning. We’re a little over halfway through the month of August, traditionally the hottest month of the year, the “dog days” of summer here in the Deep South, and it’s cool enough for a jacket. Never seen anything like it. The leaves already are changing color.
The dogwood shows a distinct reddish blush.
The crape myrtle has turned a mottled color, foreshadowing more color changes to come.
Even the succulent on the back deck is turning red.
But at the same time, the country clematis, with its heady summer fragrance, is blooming on the front porch.
And the cosmos are still in bloom by the old fence.
Happy end of summer, ya’ll !!