Autumnal

"Autumnal–nothing to do with leaves. It is to do with a certain brownness at the edges of the day… Brown is creeping up on us, take my word for it. Russets and tangerine shades of old gold flushing the very outside edge of the senses…deep shining ochres, burnt umber and parchments of baked earth–reflecting on itself and through itself, filtering the light. At such times, perhaps, coincidentally, the leaves might fall, somewhere, by repute. Yesterday was blue, like smoke."
Rosencrantz and Guidenstern are Dead
Tom Stoppard

I've been starting Autumn at the start of August for a number of years now. It makes the fact that the leaves start changing (and I've seen them already change) and the days start to get shorter more bearable. Summer days here are so long that when the daylight starts to drop off, it really drops off.

Of course, this year more than others summer has been reluctant, which makes its end even harder. To celebrate the end of summer, I jumped in to Crescent Lake out on the peninsula. Cold, clear water. Lovely way to celebrate summer.