Dusk

It is early morning.  Dusk.   Before the dew lifts from maidenhair ferns.  Pileated woodpeckers are busy at work.  A heavy fog obscures the mountain view.  Once again, nature doesn't like a vacuum and areas recently opened are now covered with foliage.

The roadside exhibits daisies, sundrops, and faded flame azaleas as we climb the eight degree grade to check on the rest of the land. And this unidentified flower.  Does anyone know it's name?

It is cooler now, a brief respite from an otherwise hot and muggy week.  They say it will stay this way a while.  The dogs do not seem to mind.  It has been a hard week on them with an imbalance in their own flora. They are happy to be outside with their little noses to the ground.  I wonder what they know that my human senses didn't pick up.

Dusk. An opportunity for another adventure.