I wait for this day. It comes every year although usually it is about a week later than this. I know it as soon as I wake up in the morning. The feel, the look, summer is gone. The hummingbirds are on their way to their winter homes. They are such a presence when they are here. Some days they are so aggressive, dive bombing me as I hang the laundry, pretending this space is theirs and I had better get out of their way. The yard is empty now. Things are dying back. In two weeks we head for Tennessee and we always return to snow on our mountain. Its too soon, it was just summer yesterday.