Looking down over the upper slopes. That's our road, below, just starting down.
Goldenrod grows well here, at 5000 feet, but is a much shorter plant than at sea level.
The season is short this far north, and the bees don't waste time.
Hurry, hurry! Winter is on its way!
The last couple of mornings have been deemed chilly. Brrrrr! Winter is in deed on the way. And it gets dark so soon too.
ReplyDeleteI've also noticed Autumn/Winter's song ... softly sung in the early evenings and cold of night ...
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