On June 3, I made a prediction, based on an Old Wife's Tale. On that fateful day, I saw that the asters had bloomed.
Folklore says that summer will end in 8 weeks after the asters bloom. That meant that August 28 was the date to remember. It would mean an early fall and possibly an early winter...and that means early rain and snow. While we do not want to wish our sweet summers away, the west is in dire need of water. The early end of summer is certainly bittersweet.
On the 28th I saw the first tinge of yellow in the aspens. Today I saw another sign of fall...a splash of red on the hillside that says the mountain mahogany has changed color. Once the red of the mountain mahogany shows up, fall is not far behind.
Soon the aspens will be dressed in layers of yellow and gold. The mountains will be streaked with autumn colors and then the high country will be ready for winter.
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