We’ve had plenty of those bunny-in-the-sun kind of mornings recently.
But something’s not right. You get out in nature with the sunrise and before you know it, you’ve mistaken a yellow-crowned night-heron juvenile for a black-crowned.
No matter how hard you try, you can’t identify your favorite slime mold…
…you try to get your wood ducks in a row, but the painted turtles keep getting in the way…
…and you just can’t sort out your peeps.
So, you go for a walk with friends. Maybe on the Spit in Scituate…
…maybe to the top of Lookout Hill on faraway Cuttyhunk.
Then it hits you, what’s been bothering you all this timeĀ - summer’s over! You want to sink into the mud and let the world go right on by.
But then you remember – this is New England. We have autumn like nowhere else in the world.
As the sun sets, you realize you are, indeed ready. Bring on nature’s glory!

Thanks, John. I needed that. End of summer blues. Just what I was feeling. but couldn’t put my finger on it.
Sue