We had the coolest most pleasant June ever, and I kept thinking we would pay for it in September. We are. It is still hot hot hot. September 21 is usually the first day of Autumn but the thermometer is clueless. In Mineral King over the weekend I was seeking signs of Autumn. The squirrels and chipmunks are very very busy, and some leaves are turning. These are willows in bright yellow.
Meanwhile, the aspens are as oblivious to the change of season as is the thermometer, but the light has a different quality to it.
It’s the tall dry grasses that really tell me the season in Mineral King.