the air is different

It’s mid August. The sounds are different, the smell of the air, birds starting their move south and the color of the light, subtly different. Every year change comes surprisingly early. Fall inches in on us. Late blooming plants are performing and some are about to open. Roses started again after the heat of high summer. I peruse the garden to assess which plants or shrubs get moved to other spaces or places to consider planting bulbs for spring. Abundant plants will be shared with friends and family. The garden is winding down. I am thinking of possibility, new growth in spring.