A Fall Day InSouthern Maine

Taupe tree trunks, elms, pines and oaks reach toward the sky.  An assortment of wildflowers in front, placed like an orchestra before the stage showcases. There are white yarrow, queen anne's lace, blue indigo, pink, yellow, violets, dusty mauve something, wood sorrel and purple violets.

I am curious what lies beyond the woods as I see light through the trees. This fall, I will explore it as well as the Presumpscot River nearby.

It's nearly three o'clock in the afternoon.  A strong ocean breeze blows in from the east on a cool late August day in this coastal town.

The rustle of tall, fine fescue awaiting mowing and trees swaying in the backdrop are the chorus.  All this softens the warmth sun as it moves west to drop below the horizon.

Fall is in the air and it is a welcomed return from a few weeks of unbearable heat and humidity.

Soon birds will eat at the newly installed trefoil designed feeder on the side of the house.  Black oiled sunflower is a favorite of birds everywhere and there is plenty to eat.  I feel like a child awaiting their arrival, like a child on Christmas morning.  The anticipation is palpable.

I don't worry about the wildlife here.  Moose aren't seen too often in southern Maine.  The katydids are getting noisy on this back-to-school day.  This time next year, I will have a naturized buffer between my home and the wonderful neighbors next to me.  They'll be native wildflowers, maybe a couple of small trees.

The adventure continues.