Summers end produces a Green Lagoon. In a matter of weeks this scene will change to bare tree branches and steel cold water.
We wait patiently through late Fall, Winter and early Spring for Summer to arrive. And when Summer hits with its mighty heat and humidity we thoughtlessly beg for relief. No sooner is Summer here it is gone and we wait, wait and wait for its sweet return.
I'm trying to hold on to the summer sun and warmth. The fall is beautiful there is no doubt, but I never look forward to winter.
You got that so right.
Thank you