Smoky evening, late August

The long hot days continue - lots of outdoor tasks get done. The grass is brown. Leaves are dropping. The swallows have flown.

 Beans multiply. Plums swell. Berries ripen. The sun sets in a clear sky, but earlier.

In town the weekend's very successful jazz festival ends with a noisy parade. (We didn't go).

The smoke from the fire drifts upward in the still air. The burgers, green bean salad and plum tart are eaten. The dogs scours an oily bowl.

This could be the last time - I don't know.