The weather has begun to feel like fall the last few days, and I love it! I have always had a fondness for autumn. I find the cooler temperatures invigorating. There is a different kind of beauty to the season.
Driving up the mountain today, I noticed the great variety of wildflowers blooming: the intense purple of the iron weed, the brilliant yellow of the goldenrod, and the pale pink of the queen of the meadow. There were other kinds I couldn’t identify: two different varieties of delicate violet blossoms, some tiny white ones, and one that looked like a miniature black-eyed Susan.
At camp, the hydrangea bush is blushing pink as its blossoms dry.
While harvesting tomatoes, beans, and carrots, I noticed the sky has begun to look like autumn as well: baby blue with puffy white clouds lying low over the tops of the mountains.
What a beautiful day on the mountain!