Well, no this photo wasn't taken at the cabin. My conference was held in Gettysburg, just off the battlefield, so I couldn't resist taking a few photos while I was there. The first was taken from the middle of the wheatfield near the area of Pickett's Charge.
The second photo was taken on a hazy morning near the same area, but looking to the south. This was one of the staging areas for troops feeding into that charge.
While I was away from the mountain, the forest has now solidly moved into mid-summer. It's amazing how much change I can see in just 4-5 days. Normally, I think of summer as a bit static, with changes in the forest happening slowly. In summer, I think in terms of a week or two, not days. But that certainly wasn't true this past week.
The first thing I notice is that the green of the forest is now a deep emerald shade. Gone is the neon green of early summer. And as yet there's not even a glimmer of late summer, when the greens fade to a dull, brownish shade before turning the brilliant colors of fall.
The wildflowers that are blooming now are different too. The Queen Anne's lace is out, as is chicory. The beautiful farmer lilies are almost done for another year.
Bird life is changing too. For the first time is some time, I heard a great horned owl call again in the morning. Like most birds, they quiet during the time when they are raising their young. The owls actually nest in late winter, and the young ones are on their own by June, but it is only now that I'm hearing their calls again. The smaller woodland birds are starting to be more visible again too. I heard a chickadee yesterday, the first in weeks.
Tomorrow my photo(s) will be from the mountain again. I'm glad to be back in the peace and quiet of the woods. The conference was a good one, but nothing can compete with home.