August in New England

August in New England is both wonderful and sad. The gardens are at the height of their lushness. The farm stands are selling the sweetest corn, the best tasting just picked tomatoes, and crispy fresh cukes that give off an aroma when you cut into them. the first tart and juicy apples will be ready for picking in three or four weeks. I'd guess they'll be early this year because of the hot spring and summer we've had.

Its sad, though, because it's summer's end.  Yes, fall is beautiful with the trees and bushes blazing in reds and orange.  They are contrasted with those that are  lemon yellow and even magenta or deep rose, all set off by the abundant evergreens.  People don't realize that an ocean bound state like Rhode Island is almost 70% woodland.  When you drive through the state, most roads are bordered by lush woods in summer, which turn to a brilliant tapestry in fall. 

So why do I lament the end of summer?  I love  the easy warmth of summer, and the vivid birds that nest here, like the Orioles and Tanagers, who will will be migrating soon.  And winter is that much closer.  Not that winter is all bad.  It isn't, but I love summer. Not just because of the warmth,but for its light.  The way the lush green makes everything look, the particular shadows of summer.  Fortunately spring follows the drabness of winter with spring's  wondrous rebirthing of flowers, shrubs, and trees.

What do you like best about your climate?  And don't just say that it's warm in winter.  I expect that.