It was just a few weeks ago when I took these pictures...
...sunflowers, cosmos, and white zinnias which I planted in the small garden near the chicken yard.
...and some nasturtiums in a barrel next to the henhouse...
Monday morning we woke up to the first hard frost ~ it was a very chilly 28 degrees F.
The end of summer now seems official.
Ode
Pale in her fading bowers the Summer stands,
Like a new Niobe with clasped hands,
Silent above the flowers, her children lost,
Slain by the arrows of the early Frost.
Richard Henry Stoddard [1825 - 1903]