Although our smoky haze hung in for another couple of days winds eventually blew in with a

taste of evening rainfall [and fall] which brought the Huajatollas hazily back along

with cooler days on several of which we walked up Fossil Hill while on one we filled.

The creek rushed in and the tank topped out in 3 1/2 hours,

a welcome contrast to last year’s dribblings.

Small fall forays continued,

Izel called for advice on metal sculpture one dinnertime and all week

the air improved

until

uh-oh

Saturday, ten degrees cooler with chill winds, the Huajas again vanished…nonetheless

it suddenly really feels like the scenes of summer 2021

are gone, done,

or definitely going as sunflowers shed petals, leaving us with fields of remnant black dots

overnight…black dots; other dots. Some summers are not over yet;

waiting it out, waiting to find out…about fires, about Afghanistan, about California’s potentially disastrous [“It’s all rigged, folks”] Recall…or how ’bout an AQI of…666?

Good to have the end times online…at our fingertips.