The oak leaves are falling rapidly now. I raked half of the back lawn this morning and this evening it already has upwards of a hundred newly fallen leaves on it. I hope the heat doesn't continue much longer or it will turn them all brown and there will be none left to turn yellow and red when the cold finally arrives. It will be a dull autumn if the oaks miss the party.
For now there are pleasant evenings, even though the days are still hot and the fires are still burning. The brown leaves are hidden by darkness, and the breeze brings only fresh air. I'll sit on the porch and maybe a feral cat will come and curl up nearby.