Now that fall is here, summer could not resist one final, parting shot. I’m in the middle of one more day above 90 degrees. I really shouldn’t need too much luck for today to be the last one.
This morning fog appeared on the mountain, which at least kept the temperature lower in the morning. The fog before dawn made walking Dog nearly as difficult as driving, even with my headlamp. And now that the mornings grow ever darker, minute by minute, I will soon reach the point where I won’t be able to take a photo in the mornings at all.
The leaves here on Roundtop are yellowing, though not from the arrival of autumn. Dry weather combined with the unusual heat this year is withering even larger trees. Leaves litter the forest floor nearly as thickly as if fall was near its end, instead of only just arrived.