Baby frog (or toad – the girls and I have not sorted that out yet) that started out on our porch, then hopped under the chairs, off the edge under the rail, onto the grass from the raised flower bed – all through which we gave chase.  Then most likely a  heart attack as my camera flashed at the poor little thing as I focused.  He looks huge here, but so tiny and delicate.

I’ll climb the walls if I have to in order to get away from you people!

A few mosquitoes, damp grass, the softly falling first leaves of the next season, a photographic excursion the night before the first day of school where time seems to stop, the season of summer suspended in its last breaths.