We’re midway between the Summer Solstice and the Fall Equinox today–six more weeks left of real summer. I think the light’s already changed a little in the mountains.
(Photos are from the Silver Lake/Lake Solitude trail. All the other amateurs on the path–crowding the moose like idiots–are cropped out.)
We stuck around town for the long weekend but got to see herons, pelicans, and lots of other birds at the Bear River Bird Refuge, and upper Millcreek canyon (at last), and wildflowers and day lilies and even a camera-shy deer. I’ll take any of those over fireworks with the madding crowd.
The heat broke and it rained most of the day Saturday, which meant I was able to ignore the yard and finally do some sewing (after about two months…). The sun came out the next day but it was still cool and all the plants in the mountains were happy about the rain.
It got hot here–95 yesterday, 97 forecast this week–so we cooked outside and didn’t go far. Also accomplished: transplanting a volunteer tree (send good vibes, he’s not the happiest tree now), cleaning, Toby-approved laundry, and some freelance.
It was a great weekend–the patio is set up with new cushions, I grilled edible food and didn’t burn the house down, the mountains are clear of snow, and my mom made us all pancakes on Monday (not shown). More of this, please, Summer 2016
It was 85 degrees here Friday and Saturday, which meant I got the deck stained and all the planters potted up. Then a storm moved through and we went up into the mountains Sunday, where it was just 50 degrees and rainy and a hippy had made “om” graffiti.