(Bull Thistles on Our Hike Up a Mountain)
It’s finally beginning to look like autumn here at our mountain homestead. We pull sweaters from our closet that smell faintly of cedar and draw up the quilt from the foot of the bed, shivering deliciously in the chill night air.
So it’s time to say adieu to summer. And I can’t say I’m sorry to see it go. It’s become like a loud, obnoxious, oppressive guest who overstays their welcome. The weather here this year for both spring and summer was volatile and strange. And oddly, the events of our summer seemed to somehow mirror the weather.
So I’d like to say to summer: Thank you for coming. We enjoyed your visit in many ways and hope you’ll stop by again next year. Are you sure you’ve packed everything? Can we help you carry your bags to the car? Don’t let the door hit you on the way out!
But our family really did enjoy summer’s visit in some ways. We took some wonderful hikes; we rediscovered the joys of eating orange creamsicles while we sat and talked on our porch after a long, hot walk; and our beloved coneflowers and black-eyed susans managed to bloom, despite the drought. So, here, in pictures, are a few of our summer delights.
Ariel going down the mountain on our hike
Coneflower in the morning
Monarch caterpillar on milkweed
Monarch on Mr. Hendrix’s butterfly bush
Hiking down the Knob
Maple leaves on our rainy hike
Black-eyed susans in the early morning light
Moss in the dappled forest light
Swallowtail on the bull thistles in my side yard