Wednesday, September 10, 2025, 44.4*, 89% RH, 0808
Soleil touches the corner of the house on her way up the hill not shining in my window to wake me. I expect to see frost any morning. It was 42* when I checked at 7:30.
A quartet of sound: Golden-crowned Kinglet, Black-capped Chickadee, Red-breasted Nuthatch, Brown Creeper.
Floating on a slight breeze yesterday, on tiny white wings, white horseweed sought new places to seed. Last night the moon through leaves, like glitter.
Subtle changes spin winter’s cocoon.
Photo: LJ Austin
