Looking out my Backdoor: You can please some of the people …

This morning, a friend whom I’ve not yet met sent a photo of foliage turned colors in Maine. Everywhere the season is turning a corner. Maine. Montana. Mexico. Everywhere.

Rains are tucked back into their rain locker until next rainy season. We’ve a week with nary a drop of moisture, nary a cloud in the sky-blue sky. Immediately the daytime temperatures ramped up fifteen degrees.

I put away the rain towels, draped across my windowsills since June. Just like that, I’m out dragging hose, watering plants, potted and otherwise.

Familiar birds flew to greener—or possibly browner—...