something in the air?

I saw a tree this morning, covered with bright orange leaves. They must have turned color over-night. Did I forget to flip my calendar, or is it still only the middle of August? It reminded me of this quote that I love:

“ This was one of those perfect days in late summer where the spirit of autumn takes a first stealing flight, like a spy, through the ripening country-side, and, with feigned sympathy for those who droop with August heat, puts her cool cloak of bracing air about leaf and flower and human shoulders. “
~Sarah Orne Jewett

Our mornings have been chilly. The air, smelling deliciously like fall. The other day I wore my big cozy sweater until noon, and if that is not proof enough, we have not been able to sleep through the entire night with our windows open. Maybe that is because our bed is dressed for summer with cotton sheets and a light coverlet. As much as I look forward to the changing of the seasons.I hesitate to let go of summer...
There is more splashing to be done in the back yard pool where Annabelle has recently discovered her shadow. They have such a lot of fun together.
And Annabelle's Mommy is still quite unwilling to part with these warm days in which she carries around a sun-kissed baby dressed in only a diaper. She likes to be able to nuzzle and cuddle that soft, chubby, little body, on demand, and to her hearts content.
There is more fresh salsa, corn on the cob and freshly squeezed lemonade, to serve out on our little back porch table.
More walks to take in the backdrop of a burning velvet sunset.
More time to spend digging in the garden, admiring the roses, the zinnias and the dahlias, tugging at a weed or two.
More lazy Sunday afternoons to spend doing absolutely nothing.

Later on tonight, after we put Annabelle to bed, we will steal away to a favorite spot of ours ...to enjoy a little bit of summer romance, and watch the mid-August moon come up.