All is forgiven
It's cool again in the mornings. The dew is still on the grass, the flowers are not wilting by nine a.m. The sky is high and clear and that brilliant fall blue that goes up and up and up.
Already nearly forgotten is the sticky, prickly heat now that we have that sweet relief. Almost forgotten the swollen feet, the sweaty nights, the too-hot-to-do-anything lethargy.
A few of the leaves are already turning and falling here, but that is because of the drought and heat - the edges of many of them are brown and curling. We've lost a number of shrubs and I think even my hardy forsythia may succumb to a partial die-off. Who ever heard of that?
But still, all is forgiven in the beauty of this gorgeous day.