My early September walks at Windswept Bog and Squam Farm and Swamp are goldenrod filled, now with the taller solidago rugosa, compared to the earlier euthamia downy goldenrod. The tupelos are now mahogany colored contrast. This seems to be the season of dragonflies, and the early fox grapes are out. (Note the stash 100 ft from post Number 9 in Squam Farm. ) There were no false foxgloves at Squam Farm, but on Sept 11 they were everywhere at Windswept...more than I have ever seen. before and throughout the entire wetland. The woods smelled like fox grapes.
The Sickle-leaved aster/ silkgrass still punch up through the sand paths on the moors. We got our largest haul of beach plums ever near the Pout Ponds; the rain in July must have helped them this year compared to the slim pickings during last year's drought.
My other September favorites are the view of the maroon bluestem grass fields from the Milestone Road , daily monarch butterflies still in the front yard, along with a Northern Harrier hunting along the bluff and semipalmated plovers calling from the beach.
And of course the sunrises are later, making them easier to enjoy. The earth has reached the half light half dark of the fall equinox.
Emily Dickinson on fall:
The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry's cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarloet gown.
Les I should be old-fashioned,
I'll put a trinket on.
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