There was some chatter on both Facebook and Twitter today that termination dust, ie the first snows of the season as seen on the mountain peaks, was already being seen on the mountains here and there. I meandered out to the road to take a look up toward the Talkeetnas (too many tree leaves to see 'em from the house in the summer) and didn't see anything. Not that I'm complaining. Love this place and do delight in the beauty of our winters but, well, love the summers better.
The fireweed alongside the road seems to agree with me, not yet having bloomed to the top. According to lore, when the last buds have bloomed at the top, it's the end of summer here.
This one was out behind the house, near the barn. I think the rains we've been having must have done a number on it cos it was sagging down but, please note, still reaching for the skies. You go, little fireweed!
This one's out front and I have no clue what it is but there's more of it this year than last, so guess it's moving in.
Even a few of the Columbines are hanging in there. Go figure tho', this is one of the ones growing in the cracks of the front sidewalk. Right up next to the garage wall.
And I'm betting the birds are glad to see the berries.