Happy we who can bask in this warm September sun, which illumines all creatures, as well when they rest as when they toil, not without a feeling of gratitude…
— Henry David Thoreau, A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers (1849)
The title of this post seems a little misleading, given the preponderance of colorful foliage herein. But, today it is still (technically) “summer.” Though I’m not entirely despairing, I do feel a little bit as if I’m not quite ready to let it go. The weather was so mild this year, it almost feels as if we were cheated out of a proper summer; I said almost, okay? So, despite his having a nasty cold virus, Zane and I took a little walk in the woods just to revel in summer’s last moments. (I think we might have made contact with some poison ivy, so that sours the whole thing a bit, but we’ll have to wait and see if either of us have a reaction.)
