The sprinkler twirls.
The summer wanes.
The pavement wears
Popsicle stains.
The playground grass
Is worn to dust.
The weary swings
Creak, creak with rust.
The trees are bored
With being green.
Some people leave
The local scene
And go to seaside
Bungalows
And take off nearly
All their clothes.
John Updike
I can't add anything to that, as it sums up my sick-of-summer attitude. For all the entries in this month's Garden Bloggers' Muse Day, go to Sweet Home & Garden Chicago, where Carolyn Gail is the host.