The leaves are down. The mornings are frosty. Our annuals have long since been thrown into a pile in our future flower bed in the backyard. The deck furniture has been moved out of the elements. And all that remains now is a watering can. Why we've left it out there, I'm not quite sure. There's nothing left to be watered. Maybe it's a last vestige of summer to console us.
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