When seasons begin or come to an end, I am usually out in the woods or fields, looking for the first signs of spring, etc.
August, in Oklahoma anyway, is the hottest one. Temperatures are often in the hundreds and rain is rare. Not my favorite kind of weather. So, while deadheading the echinacea and phlox, (please, if anyone knows if this will encourage another flowering, let me know), I found these leaf skeletons. There were quite a few in fact. Perhaps, the first sign of fall?
The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there
a yellow leaf shows itself like the first gray hair amidst
the locks of a beauty who has seen one season too many.
Oliver Wendell Holmes