The last rose of summer ....

The seasonal shift was abrupt here over the weekend --- from highs in the 70s on Saturday to only the 40s on Sunday. And that interfered with plans to find the last traces of summer while on a late afternoon patrol of the museum grounds Sunday.

Here's the obligatory last rose.

And some asters blooming nearby.

I've forgotten the name of this plant, more of a weed actually but pretty.

And a few somewhat battered zinnias in a bed just off the patio.

I'd planned to walk down to the lower garden from the patio, but by the time I got there It had become evident that I should have worn a coat.

So I came home with what I had and sat by the fire.

There's still kale to be had in the garden and some leeks. So maybe I'll make it the rest of the way down today.