Summer looks like this now, or at least it did yesterday on a hot afternoon north of NYC. The lush greens are fading, fall berries are ripening and the first pumpkins are here. There’s a contradictory energy in the air, equal parts languid and urgent. A feeling of wanting to hang on, enjoy every last summer moment while looking forward to a new season of new experiences. Whether you’re counting down the days with glee or woe, the end result is the same: 28 days. That’s it. For me, I’ll follow the advice of the Garden Muse and carpe diem the hell out of it. How about you?