One of the biggest signs of Summer’s Ending—besides

The changing of the evening light

The subtle but real feeling in the air

More gold in the golden hour of morning or evening

The gradual fading of the trees’ leaves

The flowers blooming less; setting seeds

The crickets chirping loudly each and every night—the grasshoppers in giant-form now

It’s the daily whisper from the birds.  “Go! They sing—Go we must—the south is calling and we must go.”

Look to the skies now and watch your feeders.  The little summer birds are leaving us.  “Goodbye, they call.  Goodbye until we meet again.”

“Keep your face to the sun and you will never see the shadows.”–Helen Keller 

From my heart to your heart,

Linda