The autumn bloomers haven't come into the picture yet, but they are out there warming up. The white dwarf chrysanthemums--always a bit precocious--have started to bloom, but they remind me of the type of person who looked forward to back-to-school efforts. It's just too early to think about school or chrysanthemums. They should be quiet for now. The sedum is still gathering its strength, the golden delicious sage doesn't even have buds yet, and the Japanese maples all still have their summer look.
But last night we had a group of friends over for dinner, and we sat outside until late in the evening. It was a lovely night, and the crickets and cicadas were singing loudly. That sound, pronounced one man well-past school age, was the sound of back to school. Once you hear that sound, it's time to shop for sweaters and notebooks, time to look at schedules and re-establish routines. "Yes," most people at the table nodded in agreement. "Summer is over" they all agreed.
So today we made plans to spend next week at the beach. My son comes home from camp in the middle of this week, so we'll all go as a family. Fall can be put off for another week.