You Are Invited to Walk with Us

This is one of our favorite morning rambles

Entering the mystery.

Good morning, from the back edge of July.

Whenever we get to this point of the year, I tell myself, "We've made it!"

Bug season is (mostly) behind us. Humidity will not be as much of a beast (after this next week, hopefully). The air is cooler at night and will border on being chilly occasionally.

April is our ugliest month. When the greenery starts popping in May, so do the bugs, mainly black flies and ticks. Bug season used to last from Mother's Day to Father's Day. But now, it stretches deep into July.

For the first time since we've been home, I walked the trails without my head net this week. That alone is a freeing feeling.

Two days ago, we had an unusually cool and dry morning. It felt like a whisper of autumn. As if I needed further convincing, I found a tiny, solitary red maple leaf on the trail. These occasional harbingers are not uncommon now that climate change and drought are upon us. They do not mean that fall foliage will now be summer foliage. But th…