Mom is a New-England expatriate, so the summer that seemed so strange to me was reminiscent of her childhood.  She predicts we'll see our first frost very early this year --- September 21. 

What do you think?  To make guessing easier, our average first-frost date is October 10.  I'm hoping we'll stave off frost for as long as possible since we've yet to taste our first fig of the year and the tree is loaded.

We've had so much rain recently that our experimental pond has overflowed its banks, spreading duckweed throughout the back garden.  Isn't it astonishing how quickly duckweed reproduces?

In the vegetable garden, Kayla has been doing over half my work for the last month or two.  I feel a bit guilty when she's out there weeding instead of me, but I always find plenty of other work to do.  Apparently, gardening time is like a pot of soup --- you'll fill it all the way to the top no matter how much space/time is alloted.  Or maybe it's just the astonishing amount of fruit needing processing this summer that has used up all that spare time.

I know this post is disjointed, but all three elements somehow join together in my head, meshing in some odd way along with my fuzzy recollection of the space-time continuum.  Or maybe I just really wanted to post a bunch of pictures and needed words to go with them.