But then fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you. ― Stephen King, Salem’s Lot
As the season ends, and Monica is too busy with the final harvest to write a blog post, I’ll share an essay with you.
We hiked (a lot), dug a sand point well, tended a garden, defended ourselves against grasshopper swarms, stared at aspen groves, did some yurt-improvement projects, befriended (and then sadly hazed) a wolf, took naps in the meadow, savored pink sunsets and misty sunrises, read the Sunday paper, and generally marveled at the natural beauty all around us. So, here is my essay—”What We Did This Summer”—in pictures.