|September sunrise with setting moon|
Summer is giving me at least one more blast of hazy, hot and humid weather over the next three days. But in other ways the oncoming season of autumn is ever more evident. The barn swallows have left the mountain, no longer plying the mosquitos above this little pond. They left on or about August 27 or 28, as regular as ever. The swallows are the first to go, though I haven’t heard the yellow-billed cuckoo for a while.
I now frequently see red-leafed poison ivy, tall stands of purple thistle and less undergrowth as the annual plants begin to die back. Mullein is brown and looks burned. The constellation Orion is high in the morning sky before dawn once again. Even my chickens are producing fewer eggs than in the early days of spring.
Now, if only the temperature would follow suit. It will, I know, and likely by Friday, but I’m impatient. After all, it is September.