My neighbor told me today that we are losing three minutes of daylight every day now.  Depressing, he said.  Possibly, I think.  Another neighbor said she is glad for the end of summer.  The coolness and the soft light agree with her.  Still, the raccoons are plumping up, the (newly discovered) beaver is busy in the pond doing something, the egrets make a show of avoiding us, and the Canada geese are still here.  The neighbor who welcomes the cool also promises a very cold winter.  That will come soon enough, and we will snuggle up inside with the puppies and the blankets.  Life passes quickly by.  It seems an art to flow with it, to accept what it is, rather than to fight the tide.  There is no time for the madness.

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