Still waiting for fall

Although Nate left only about an inch of rain in the Hollow, it dumped several inches upstream. I use the rocks in the river as a gauge of how much rain fell elsewhere. Of course, the river is much louder when it is high, and I can sometimes hear it roaring in my little part of the Hollow.

I try to be aware of what is happening in the nature around me on my rambles. I know that I am being watched as I walk, and sometimes I am able to get a photo before the watcher runs or flies off. (Yes, one of the neighbors recently scraped this part of the road.)

And sometimes I’m glad to see only what was left and that the scat was old enough that someone ran over it. (The bears like persimmons, too.)

We have been experiencing near-record high temperatures, and it hasn’t been cooling off at night as it usually does. The low temperature has been warmer than the average high on several occasions recently. And we’ve had high (for us) humidity; since Nate passed, we’ve had many very foggy mornings.