I had not intended to post four images in a row that feature the color orange. It seems more fitting as an autumn flavor that one found in the midst of the hottest part of summer.
The chanterelles are Part 1. Part 2, the Green Tube: the New Road I mention frequently because we walk its quarter mile daily–often more than once.
On a warm, humid July day, we are thankful for the shade, and the level grade. Even so, one of us considers the risk of over-heating the rabbit in the briar patch, and wears the hunting-season-colored sweatshirt. The dog scouts ahead for bear butt to bite.
Along about this point on the trail, the lead person bears the responsibility of breaking off a spicebush branch (they are very brittle and easily broken)–a Spider Stick–to sweep the air ahead free of spiders.
Yes, it is officially mid-summer, because the Trail Spiders are doing their best to make a meal of us. I look back over mid-summer’s past and find a satisfying, predictable-with-variations continuity of patterns: smells, clouds, bird calls, and the color green. Sometimes, with orange accents.
The Season of Spiders July 2002
Peak of Summer July 2007
The High Road July 2004