Tuesday, August 19, 2025, 42.2*, 82% RH, 0602
Soleil lights tops of trees going up the driveway. Sky blue. Furrowed clouds. She will be looking in the laundry room window soon. I’d put on gloves were I staying long outside. Slightly warmer now than at 4 when the three, me and the moon conversed with stars. Subtly, by infinitesimal increments nature shifts. Cool mornings, cooler nights change leaf colors, alert birds to fly to warmer climes.
Years ago, another place in Maine, my husband and I would be walking the land cutting to length fallen trees, standing deadwood for quick shots of heat from the cast iron stove.
Seasons do not arrive by the calendar but by the subtle shifts in temperature.
Photo: LJ Austin
