Summer fights back!

Turns out that the dog days of August happened in late September.  It's been like this all week (and REALLY humid):

Praise the Lord for air conditioning!

Summer eases into Fall

 Here's one from a week or two ago.  This is above the riverview walk in Flushing.

 Here we are back on the walk, and what once was one clever little gnome door that perfectly converted a knothole into a hobbit house, there have proliferated dozens of these crafty crapfests.

 I'm pretty sure that's a basilisk from a Harry Potter Lego set.

 And this is yesterday.  It was a weird summer and we didn't swim in Seven Lakes more than a couple of times, but yesterday was the third.  Frederick was not very energetic, though (legs hung limply as I dragged the water ring with the giant ziplock baggie of our clothes on it).

Evidence of the leaves changing.  I didn't take any pictures of us on the lake or at the beach on the other side because I forgot the waterproof camera in the car.  So I hastily ran back and took these.  It was chilly for a while in early September, but it's been warm and humid the past week or so.  Side effects of Hurricane Harvey or Irma?  I should really be buying/collecting wood right now, but I'm never one to get ahead of the game...

Unmolested, the tomatoes make a desperate bid as summer ends

Before the chickens were penned in, they spent their time eating my flowers and tomatoes. Once I got them locked up, I left everything alone to see what could recover. Not much, I found out. But the tomatoes, reduces to leafless stem stubs rebounded and started growing. Too late, though, I fear. Although the past few days have been warm, the nights are getting cooler. I don't think any of them will have a chance to grow and ripen before the first frost hits. So at that point I will pull up the plants and toss them into the chicken pen---and the chickens win again.

Thomas in Cornwall and Avon

Thomas in Devon

Thomas in Yorkshire part 3: Imperial War Museum, etc.