Temperatures have become cool enough to require gloves while driving the boat and the wind streaking over my face as we zip down the lake makes my eyes water, but the warmth of the camp cabin makes everything right. Plenty of frogs still hopping around, but I expect they'll soon settle into a winter sleep.
And the loons... the wonderful loons haven't flown south yet. After all these years I still thrill to their calls and their antics on the water. Yesterday a pair entertained me for hours, scooting and frolicking out in front like kittens with a piece of string.
I don't like to see summer depart yet, but we're really not saying goodbye to much this year. Fall is my least favorite time, though it brings pleasures of its own that charm my spirit.