I've always believed there were at least 8 seasons, and now I'm thinking there are 12. At almost any time of the year you can find numerous indications that the seasons are changing. Right now it's the shorter daylight that I notice most. Evenings in particular seem to end much earlier, and in the morning there's a heavy dew on the grass. But there are also lots of other indications that we're in late summer.
The big one is the leaves changing colour - just a few yet, but some quite noticeably, like this sumach leaf I saw along the Beaver River last week.
The dogwoods always seem to be among the first to turn, usually to a dark dull purple, here with the sun shining through the leaf making it a little brighter, in our own meadow.
But it's when the meadow turns yellow with goldenrod that I really know August is moving ahead and late summer is here. This year it seems to have flown past faster than ever!
While out in the landscape, the grain harvest is mostly over, usually leaving behind these big square bales of straw. I think most of them are shipped off over the fall and winter for use as bedding in horse barns. In any case, summer is nearly over.