The End of Summer

There is a frost warning tonight. And although I love my garden and I worship summer, I am throwing in the beach towel.  My gardening friends are scrambling right now to cling to their last bits of summer like pumpkin tendrils on chicken wire. Me? You could say I’ve “mulled” it over. I’m thinking about Poetry Friday and sweet stuff.  Ready or not, here comes autumn. Bring on the cider.

Today’s Poetry Friday round-up is hosted by Laura S. at Author Amok. Thank you, Laura!