Mulling things on my morning ramble with Storm,
the family's mixed Lab.
Fog lifting off the town pond dimmed first light to half light.
Half light, especially the predawn, is my favorite way to see the world.
It gives another perspective.
Huge carp rolled near the neckdown between the two old clay pits.
On the north pit, the water has been turning a bad green for weeks. Something good is not happening there. Not sure why the south pit doesn't have the same problem.
I kept expecting to hear a belted kingfisher screaming off, but none did.
Several branches of mulberries held ripe fruit. Well, it looked ripe, but was hard and bitter. Which means my surprise to see mulberries this late in the year was a correct response.
Last week, for the first time, I found some blackberries. They are tasty and ripe. Not sure how I missed them for years, except it is only two small bushes.
Something bolted through the brush near the old rail bed. The meathead gave a token surge, then went back to chewing milkweed leaves.
Not sure I want to know why he chews milkweed leaves.
Doves seemed to fly from everywhere. It didn't feel like we had that major of a weather change to force a movement of doves, but many more seemed to have arrived in the past week or so.
There are mysteries I enjoy mulling mornings.
The first acorns were scattered under a neighbor's front oaks. I picked several up, then set them by the place of each kid at the breakfast table.
Some of these mysteries might be signals of a drift toward another season.
At least the heat seems broken.