Like an over ripened tomato, Summer is beginning to rot on the vine.  The vibrant hues of the season have deepened and intensified, and like the brightest of stars, they have begun to burn and fizzle.  Summer has past her prime….

The weathered stone was cool and smooth, flocked here and there with moss, its jagged edges softened by the elements and constant patter of traffic.  Flanked on each side, the perennials began to crowd the path, decked in seasonal splendor…

The satiny gray sheet of Winter, once unfurled and perfectly draped, has begun to wrinkle and bunch as Spring tugs at its corners, releasing its drab cover.  Soon it will be folded and shelved until next year.  Spring is most…