Where Did Summer Go?

We've had some awesome evening weather this past week - I think it got down to about 59 degrees F one night.

Looks like we're well on to our way to my favorite season - Fall. Or Autumn, for those of you who prefer that term. I prefer Fall. I love the colors of the New England foliage in October. Falling leaves are my delight. Reds, yellows, oranges - I just can't get enough of them.

In my lifetime, I've wasted dozens of rolls of film (yeah, we just got a digital camera last year) on pictures of trees. Cameras never quite capture the beauty, though. Nothing compares to standing under a maple tree that has reds, yellows and greens all on the same tree.

A favorite childhood memory of mine is collecting leaves and then ironing them between two sheets of wax paper. Hm. On second though, maybe the memory is not so good. There were a couple of nasty burns and the sticky mess when we forgot to put the brown paper bag between the hot iron and the wax paper.

So, where did the summer go? I don't care - I'm a typical New England whiner. We thrive on complaining about the cold in the winter and the heat in the summer. And wondering where the seasons went so quickly.