My summer SuperShine is gradually fading to the fuzzy, chocolatey deliciousness of the long-coat season. You can't tell yet, but I can . . . my perfect, gleaming little hairs are falling out a thousand at a time and my coat has a pricklyness the presages the colder weather.
FarmWife took this picture to commemorate the extreme sheen of August 2011. Give me a month or two, and I will show you the woolly pajamas of winter. They're nice too.