I'm not sure why, but I'm having a hard time letting go of summer this year. It doesn't make sense because fall is my favorite time of year and summer, my least favorite. I think because of all the pressure that has been in my life in recent months, I feel I need more time to get caught up, get things in order, and relax as I set in to this new season. I want to enjoy it and not rush through it. If I could stall its arrival just a bit, I would. But I can't. The crisp cool air of the fall morning has already come to visit. She breezes through our open windows and says, "Hello! I've missed you." Unfortunately I haven't yet been a gracious host as I reluctantly let her arrival take hold. I pray in the days to come that we will get reacquainted, me and my old friend, and I will rest in the peace she always seems to bring with her.
The hearty Crape Myrtle still blooms in my neck of the woods, and so to say farewell to summer I'm posting one final shot of her pink blooms. As I look at the bokeh in the background, I'm amazed at how the lens of my camera took the light and changed the background color to grey instead of the same vibrant green that it actually was. It reminds me that fall is always on the horizon, winter follows close behind, and the colors always change.