It sat patiently on the trail, looking very regal following the heavy rain. When I first spotted the cat I did not recognize it because it was so large. It allowed me a few photographs before walking off into the tall grass.
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It sat patiently on the trail, looking very regal following the heavy rain. When I first spotted the cat I did not recognize it because it was so large. It allowed me a few photographs before walking off into the tall grass.
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 The sun sinks into the west,
the waves of Brome grass undulate over the pasture, the clouds glide across the sky, the garden flowers bow to each other for the last dance of summer.  The few remaining days of summer bring clear skies and cooler nights into the dawn of fall.
 The honeybees swarmed very late in the season. The swarm gave me the chance to observe their comb, a place for brood and food. It is incredibly light and fragile when first created. As time goes on the comb becomes slightly harder and able to support pounds of honey or brood.
 Late in the night the sound of the Eastern Screech Owl caught my attention and made me sit up. The eerie call came from the darkness outside and down the lane in the Sumac trees. After investigating with a flashlight it sounded like two owls were communicating over a distance. This owl allowed for a few photographs before disappearing into the darkness.
 On the first day of September, the last day of a holiday weekend, we say farewell to what some consider the closing weekend of summer. It was a wet, green and vibrant several months of growth and life. Where did it all go so quickly?
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