Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Over And Gone

The Crickets sang in the grasses. They sang the song of summer's ending, a sad, monotonous song. "Summer is over and gone," they sang. "Over and gone, over and gone. Summer is dying, dying."
The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last forever. Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year--the days when summer is changing into fall-- the crickets spread the rumor of sadness and change.
 --E. B. White
from Charlotte's Web

The days are so lovely now with sunshine and warmth, but the garden is winding down. This evening at my son's soccer game, it was cool enough that I'd wished I'd brought jackets. 

When I read this part of Charlotte's Web aloud today, I felt the truth of it. Summer is over and gone.

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