A cloudy day today. A few early morning raindrops fell, but nothing more than a promise of fall rains to come. We have to run the generator this evening – no solar gain today.
Mountains to the west are hiding behind low, fast moving clouds.
Ripe, tall golden grass covers the hillsides, next to the dark rust brown of St. John’s Wort, an introduced weed that is a great source of natural dyes.
Terry watching me from her perch on Dan's knee, both of them enjoying the sunroom. This is one major difference between the birds and the cat. When we go outside, we are transformed into unknown interlopers, as far as Mishkin is concerned. The birds just wonder what we're up to, but they know who it is.
Further confirms our suspicions that the cat is actually an idiot child.
The hue on the leaves is starting to turn, a pale undertone of yellow is starting to come out. Plants lower in the canopy are showing more and more fall color.
The apple I took a picture of is a dark red spot now, on the right side of the picture above. Maybe by the weekend it will be ripe enough to pick.
Small Aspens are turning yellow. They are ahead of the larger trees. Even for them, not all the leaves are turning yet.
A tidbit of Aspen lore – they are used to make matchsticks because they have a low flammability factor.
The Crabapple tree next to the sunroom still has lots of fruit on the branches. This was the tree so attractive to black bears last year, but so far this year, no customers. I told Dan that Mishkin had scared off the bear permanently. Ha!