365Caws is now in its 14th year of publication, and was originally intended to end after 365 days. It has sometimes been difficult for me to find new material, particularly during the winter months, but now as I enter my own twilight years, I cannot guarantee that I will be able to provide daily posts. It is my hope that along the way I may have inspired someone to a greater curiosity about the natural world. If so, I can rest, content in the knowledge that my work here has been done.
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Abbreviated Summer
Day 330: It was too short, summer. Impolitely, it came late and left early, like a guest who felt obligated to put in a token appearance at Aunt Matilda's birthday party. Oh, it wore a smile when anyone was looking, but as soon as it saw the opportunity, it crept quickly through the crowd and disappeared.
Already a light toss of snow has touched the upper Mountain. The mornings have damp edges and a fringe of chill. Best lay in a stash of good books, wash your woolly socks and chop some kindling because winter's already got its toe in the door.
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