Something happened when I wasn't looking. Summer has seemingly slipped away.
I noticed that the shadows fell differently on the garden as I worked in the studio this afternoon. “When did that happen?” I asked myself. The blur that was August brought changes that apparently I had been too busy to pay attention to. Perhaps it was the constant heat and humidity of summer had me lulled into a pattern that I simply thought would never end.
Thankfully my observation occurred now. I would hate to think that my favorite time of the year would pass without much notice on my part. And as I paint hurriedly away, I take every bit of color and change as a gift. Subtle changes are happening daily in this exhausted garden, and as fast as time seems to speed along … the ground will be soon enough be white.