I woke this morning to the perfect hint of Fall, but I have yet to be convinced that we will see it. There was moderate fog around and I love the fog for its dampening of sounds from town and the sense of isolation it brings. The view above, straight into the garden and lacking the usual houses on the horizon, takes me back 10 years in an instant, to a time before those houses were built and it was just us and the sky to the south. Click on it and dive in with your soul. And the view below, at a slight eastern angle to the first, picks up the longhorn cattle grazing in the pasture and my neighbor's pond beyond. Serenity at its finest. Don't you feel calmed by the scene?
Al "the Arctic will be ice free by 2014" Gore, the high and low temperatures here for September 6, 2019 were 94ºF and 68ºF respectively. The records for that date are a high of 106ºF set in 1913 and a low of 42ºF set in 1962. If climate change it must be, I think I'd prefer the extra rain and today's temperatures versus the high of 1913. In fact, even 1913 seems to be a weird record since the majority of the high temperature records in this area were established in the Dust-Bowl 30's.
The strangest part of this year, to me, was that because of all the wet weather, my garden's fairy ring never materialized. I have an enormous fairy ring in my garden, which I've never written about but have intended to. In recent years, it has approached more than 50' in diameter, old and growing every year. Instead, I waited and waited and they almost never came. These two mushrooms above, the smaller posing for a close-up in the photo below, just popped up in the fairy ring yesterday and are the only two I've seen anywhere in the garden this year. Since the same official rainfall records note that we are -0.72" behind our annual average rain for September (making the earlier part of the year even more wet in comparison), is it that this fairy ring only dances in drought times? Inquiring minds would like to know.