Monday, July 14, 2025, 60.4* 0622
Mist falls into silence. No cars travel past, no birds converse. Leaves do not move. On the railing, a maple leaf, a small one, green, curling. It needed a drink long before it left the tree. How do these dry days affect next year’s syrup harvest? How do they affect the lightning bugs developing underground?
It seems as though Mariah has come to play with a select few leaves more likely, a bird took flight or a squirrel jumped branch to branch going to the shrinking pond for water.
Yesterday when I let the dogs out the second time, eyes meeting mine, a buck standing this side of the pond watching. He continued walking as the three clattered up the ramp for breakfast.
Some days, it is what you don’t hear that tells the story.
Photo: LJ Austin
