I know the equinox is this coming Monday, but some ineffable change has occurred and my body knows summer is over: along with the shortening day, the air feels different, the plants look different, the ocean smells different.
Out in the Bad Garden, I've ripped out the remaining corn stalks, emptied out the green bean bed, and stopped watering the squash. The pumpkin spiders are large and numerous. I should get another couple of jars of tomatoes off the cherry tomato plants; I'm hoping the fruits on the three large, later-planted tomatoes ripen before the season's chill kills them off.
For this year, I'm pegging the start of autumn as September 16. Dang, that was a short summer.