Third Week of August

15' sunflowers are popping in Gloria's yard.

Pigweeds have turned prickly and the ones we missed have seed heads that are so ripe and full that they bend over in a graceful french curve.
The days feel shorter--almost as if to shrink before your eyes.
I've been taking pictures of the garden like a mad woman, like a vegetable canning frenzy. Against the winter ahead.
It feels like I've done nothing but my day job for way too long. Argh.


Oh. There's me and the Marshmello Man in the car down at the bottom. Just thought it was a funny moment in life.