I feel that way when I make my fuel contract for the heating season. Invariably I end up driving into town to settle the deal on the hottest day in August. Driving back home with the car windows open to catch any breeze, stone broke and telling myself it's an investment to give someone money to make it possible for my furnace to blow that kind of hot air up a chimney.
Today what's on my mind or at least top of to-do list is cutting down (well, pulling up) the jewel weed that by summers' end grows tall around the gas tanks and in the little alleyway to them. I don't see so many honeybees snacking amid their flowers at this point, so I'm closing that restaurant for the season today.

Almost time for the fuel guy to top off the tanks, then the regular deliveries start end November.
Where did summer go!? We've had weeks with rain practically every day and not many nights dropping off cold, so there aren't the usual flashes of autumn color in the trees yet... but the calendar says it's almost time for early frost warnings around here.