There are still flowers in my yard. There are butterflies and birds, birds, birds. The butterfly plant, allyssum, and phlox scent the garden in delicate yet intoxicating fragrance. The robins, over saturated
with grapes, squabble in the grapevine and become quite agitated with me for walking too near.
Chickadees buzz me thinking I might be too close to the sunflower plant. The roses are heavy on their branches. It's a little cooler in the daytime sometimes.