Wild asters near Meadowbrook Golf Course

                                     

"Late September" by Charles Simic

The mail truck goes down the coast

Carrying a single letter. 

At the end of a long pier 

The bored seagull lifts a leg now and then 

And forgets to put it down. 

There is a menace in the air 

Of tragedies in the making. 

Last night you thought you heard television 

In the house next door. 

You were sure it was some new 

Horror they were reporting, 

So you went out to find out. 

Barefoot, wearing just shorts. 

It was only the sea sounding weary 

After so many lifetimes 

Of pretending to be rushing off somewhere 

And never getting anywhere. 

This morning, it felt like Sunday. 

The heavens did their part 

By casting no shadow along the boardwalk 

Or the row of vacant cottages, 

Among them a small church 

With a dozen gray tombstones huddled close 

As if they, too, had the shivers.

Sitting outside on a sunny morning in late September

And listening to Schubert's String Quintet in C Major

 

Gardening, Mid-September in 2019

I've added a new section to the garden, as seen above

And now planted, cone flowers, bee balm, irises, day lilies, mint, and by the path raspberries. I planned this last summer, that's what gardening is, other than work in the garden, it's thinking and planning what you're going to do next year...

Final three photos, honey bees in the garden. It wasn't always this way, only for the last three years or so, but now honey bees are common in the city.