The mist hangs heavy in the still air this morning. Even at first light, the coming heat is evident. By noon, a haze will cover everything. The birds will be silent, waiting for the relative cool of the evening before becoming active again.
It’s the first of September, and no fresh Autumn breeze greeted me this morning. A storm is coming, and the world is holding its breath.
And yet, life goes on at its measured pace. The hydrangeas fade from blue to cream, then to a ripe burgundy, as they do every fall. The swallows are flocking, preparing to leave us for their winter homes. Monarch butterflies flit across the yard.
Over in the woods, the Concord grapes are ripe. You only have to follow your nose to find them – the entire area smells of sweet wine and grape jelly.
If September has a color, it has to be yellow. Goldenrod, ripening wheat, school buses… not to mention the blazing yellow foliage that will come later in the month.
I’ll leave you with a few more photos before I go start my storm prep. A direct hit is looking less-likely, but we’re still in for some high winds and heavy rain. Wish us all luck…