The calendar warns the end of summer is near, but so far, summer clings to the leaves. The sky is bright blue. Usually I’m eager for fall, eager for the crisp weather and the foliage.
And the photo opportunities. New England’s autumn is the most photogenic season imaginable. Unless we are hit by tropical storms and heavy rain, it is also the most pleasant.
This entire summer has been delightful. Almost like early autumn and for the whole summer. July and August have had little rain, lots of bright sunny days and clear skies with warm, rather than hot, temperature. You couldn’t ask for better. So I vote for keeping it. As long as summer wants to hang around, my welcome mat is out!
Denial only goes so far. I took a few pictures of the trees in the woods … and a bright patch of yellow caught my eye.
Earlier, when we were out in the car, I noticed the edges of the maple leaves are beginning to turn a bit rusty. It’s still warm and sunny. Even a bit humid. Regardless, change is coming. Seasons are non-negotiable.