We are, obviously, getting to the bad time of the year. The time of year when you can't go out. The time of year when the sun is hot and the back-country is full of the sound of motors. The time of year when you turn up the A/C and hide under the bed, praying for the first frost. But, yesterday (when I made these pictures), we had a brief interlude. A small reminder. An indicator of good times to come. A reason for hope. If we can make it through the bad days, winter will return: Short days, dark nights. And snow.
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