The Tail End of Summer



The hardy begonias and rudbeckia and salvia were blooming, bumblebees could be found mining the flowers of the late-blooming hostas each morning, and the leaves of the wood poppies had taken on a coppery tinge. All signs pointed to summer vacation winding down.


Mr. Owl had refreshed his classroom (new bunting, new pots for the windowsill plants, a new pouf and a few new books for the reading corner, and a new supply of chalk) and the only thing left to do was organize the closet of hand-me-downs so the first-year students (there were three this year) and anyone who had outgrown last year’s could each choose a new-ish backpack.


(August 2023)


Story © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr
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