Still some blooming, as here a cosmos struggles to get past the swan gourd vine that took over everything.

Still a little basking in late summer sun – as here a creature I’ve not observed before in Carlisle (a snail with a shell) does a little sunning on a moldy leaf.

Unperturbed, because they know winter not, my porcupine tomatoes quietly thrive unaware of their coming doom.

My sunflower had nothing else to say.