Ten minutes to write. Less time to read.

The DNC has folded its tent like Bedouins in the desert cameling away. And life is as normal as possible in these times.

I turn to my gardens, which didn’t turn out at all like I’d hoped this year. My theme was red and white with my perennials adding a pinch of purple. What I got was such a variety of red, pink, and purple that my masterplan went nowhere. Some of my plants, purchased from reputable local garden centers, went nowhere either.

That said, what I’ve noticed recently is that the autumn flowers are starting to bloom when it’s just past the middle of August. The chrysanthemums are already bursting forth, while my annuals are giving up too. On a trip to Berrien Springs today, I noticed some trees are already flaunting fall colors.

I don’t follow the Farmer’s Almanac, but I wonder if it’s predicting the same thing I am. Which is: fall is coming early; winter is too; and we could be in for a long haul.

I’m glad the Bedouins left town in time. It’s going to be a long haul on the political landscape too.