There goes the sun

First day of fall. Cool temps, but gloomy skies in Pittsburgh after a rainy night. Last bouquet of summer (mint, calla and papyrus) is fading in my kitchen and quince fruits are ripening, but I have no idea what to do with them. Rats.

Bouquet in a crystal vase. (Katy Buchanan)

Quince from my garden.
A long time ago, I had a lipstick named "Clear Quince."
At the time, I had no idea what that meant,
but looking at the rose tint on the fruit, now, I get it.
(Also, I would never wear that color again,
lovely, but not me anymore.) (Katy Buchanan)

In the words of Charles Schulz's beloved character Linus, "Summers always fly, winters walk."

Even though the days are getting shorter (ugh, I hate when it gets dark by 4 o'clock) the light of the fading year is really pretty. Something about the way the sun's rays slant and how they bounce off those pretty red and gold leaves in the green grass. 

Only eight-ish months to go til Memorial Day.