The Brooklyn Botanic Garden today
The summer is rushing by at breakneck speed. After being drowned by all the rain, the roses have begun to fade. Their bedraggled petals have lost their colors and hang forlornly on the branches. Elsewhere flowers are turning into seed heads and fruit. The persimmons have already formed on the tree, reminding me that I will never again have the pleasure of tasting the persimmons from my father's tree. There is still much I haven't been able to do this summer. I console myself with the thought that there is still the whole month of august. There is still time for picnics by the river, a swim in the ocean, sultry evenings outside, and late summer flowers.