There were no logging activities yesterday. I tried for an hour and a half, new spark plug, yada, yada, yada and the chainsaw would not start. It wouldn't even try to start. I finally screamed and gave up.
Instead I went for a nice calming trash pick up walk along the scenic byway. I had a nice visit with a group of bicyclists and got one of the biggest bags of garbage I have collected in a long time. That drought must have made people extra thirsty.
The end is near. Forty degree mornings and bees that don't buzz are a clear signal.
Maybe this bumblebee was just waking up. It was ever so slowly crawling around this one flower. I took a picture and let it be.
Fall, drought or some combination.
It is the end of the time of vegetation. The blue asters are the final hurrah, the last to bloom. Next up is the colorful life of fading foliage.