Sometime, about halfway through the summer, I stopped carrying my camera every day. Maybe there were too many rainy days in a row, or maybe I just fell out of the habit, I’m not sure. This weekend was just as beautiful as this day last September, when I took these pictures:
It has felt like fall for almost a month; the mornings are cool, perfect for sweaters and sandals. the geese are flying south, and there has already been talk of Thanksgiving at the cottage.