A heat wave came through last week. Just as it often is in mid-August, the temperature was in the mid-eighties and the air was humid, uncomfortably humid. Unlike mid-August, though, I loved it. It was one final blast of summer before winter closes in.
All the while, summer waned as dragonflies with damaged wings clung to fall berries and wilting, drying plants.
Color mixes of red and green, and yellow and green, were the backdrop to the Indian summer.
Shrubs rich with berries promised the return of warm seasons.
While the richness of some of summer’s greens hung on a bit longer…
…vivid hues told there was no turning back.
Before the winter claims them, bees and butterflies carried on in their work.
The last of summer’s blossoms – the aster – offered a final flowering.
SilverLining 