Quick-moving clouds and a chilly breeze meant only the brave went swimming! (I was happy reading an ARC of Megan Crewe’s GIVING UP THE GHOST on a rock.)
We looked for frogs — this pond is usually hopping with them — but only saw one, tucked in between some rocks and looking like he was ready to call it a summer. The air even smelled different than it did last time we were here, just a couple warmer weeks ago. Crisper, and with that mix of earth and leaves crushed under hiking boots.
I know for many of you reading this, it’s still summery-warm, still bathing suit and cookout weather. But this week, we saw sure signs that fall is just about here. The mountains always know first….