Signs

When the acorns start falling I know autumn is coming. But this fallen oak branch is not in any way a sign of cooler weather. I think a dreaded squirrel was chomping on it.

Tomorrow and Saturday close to 100F again. I am going up to the mountains to dog sit for Tate as he goes to play two music shows away from home. And hoping to harvest a big bunch of elderberries to make jelly. At least it will be a little cooler where he lives.