The asters are blooming. I saw the first patch on July 7. If local legend is correct, fall will arrive in about 8 weeks. That's probably correct...because fall generally arrives right after Labor Day in the high country. Truth or legend; the asters tell a story about the cycle of life in the mountains.
Seeing the asters in bloom can be either encouraging or discouraging. For me, it's means we have at least 8 more weeks of glorious summer weather. Summer weather where it's not too hot and not too cold; where the flowers are blooming; where the skies are bluebird blue; where there's very low humidity; and lots of time in the sun in the long summer days. For some it means that this glorious season will soon end. I'd rather think on the positive side than the negative side. Eight more weeks of glorious weather in the Rocky Mountains. Does it get better than that?
My answer to that question is NO. At my home in the desert, the temps are scorchingly hot at 110 and higher...the best time of year there, in the desert. is NOT the summer. On the other hand, when it's pleasant in the desert, it's mighty cold in the mountains. If we want to live in great weather year round, we need to migrate from south to north, which we do.
Whatever you think, this is the best time to be in the mountains. The wildflowers are blooming. There is a new crop of fawns bounding and jumping in the forest. Our resident herd of deer grace our backyard with beauty and delight. The aspen forest is lush and green and sings a sweet summer song. Does it get any better than that? I'm looking at the remnants of a robin's nest that successfully held 3 tiny baby robins earlier in this summer--already they are fledged and on their own. It's the cycle of the seasons. The asters are at the end of the growing cycle and we still have 8 more wonderful weeks of summer.
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