Another cool morning,
fall-like. We walked. "Oh, the sun feels good this morning," M. said. There was some haze along the rim of horizon, blue sky overhead. We saw a bluebird which sang its happiness.
We walk long shadows at this time of day - we are all tall and thin and perfectly fit in our morning imagination; we are giants. Then we enter shade and return to our usual selves.
Beyond laying a string from Five Corners to Fairwater, I'm not sure what else the county fellows did to Highway E yesterday. It looked the same last evening as the evening before. Well, okay, they did spray some orange paint here and there and maybe they set up more warning barrels.
This morning, two miles north of Fairwater, a lonely orange truck headed south.
Hollyhocks in full brightness, just south of Five Corners. More of them again at Five Corners. Full summer.