Crows cawing warning of  summer’s end.

Harvest time of the spring seedlings has begun.

The magic of fully-grown colorful vegetables picked ripe to perfection.

All that tender loving care is now on roadside stands.

Anticipation has begun for the canning and baking season.

Hayfields spun into large golden spools.

There is something in the air as a cool crispness blankets the land.

Smells of freshly tilled earth made ready for late fall’s unfriendly bite.

The music of geese honking is accompanied by the far off sounds of tracker engines.

Quilts hanging on the line mimicking the colors of autumn.                                         

Farmers coming back from the fields sooner as twilight approaches.

Stars and galaxies starting to linger much longer. (C) Mary Anne Abdo

Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge – Summer’s End