Bright berries, blue skies, and a riot of blooming Penstemon – these are the essence of summer at Stillwater.
We’ve had some lovely lazy days this year, along with lots of rewarding but exhausting days caring for the landscape. I plant and water and weed, while Scrape takes on the serious work off clearing the forest of wildfire fuel left over from the beetle-kill. Meanwhile, birds are si
Cold days are coming, but nature persists, finding sheltered nooks for new life.
nging, bees are buzzing, and hummingbirds zip past our faces like tiny nectar-seeking missiles.
The water in Box Elder Creek is high, and I’ve seen more frogs, fish and salamanders this year than ever before. Our little canyon is so alive, and so very much loved. Every day is different, and every day a joy.
But at 7500 feet, summer’s warmth passes quickly. Soon we’ll taste the nip of autumn as aspen leaves gild in the sunshine and the tall grass, too, turns to gold. The warm season is waning, but I’ve preserved it in a selection of photos to celebrate the summer of 2016.