Summer is definitely waning, and the yard is strewn with falling leaves. The garden, on which I laboured so mightily this past summer, grew in much better than I expected, but now the rudbeckia and delphiniums are looking tired and tattered. The dahlias are just coming in to their glory, and the garden that would otherwise look like a basket full of old clothes, looks spectacular, with beautiful blossoms bigger than my hand in white, purple, and deep, deep red all nodding in the breeze. The sun is setting earlier, and with the frequent clouds, giving us an awesome show.