Weather Report: According to data observed from the front porch, it is HOT! Again!

Summer is winding down, kids are getting on school buses in the morning, vacations have come to an end. As my move to Dock has no definite date in sight, I realize I have been to few places other than day trips for a very long time. Not true for Aidan and his dad John. They were in Arizona to see some family and friends. Most particularly, they spent time at Iron Springs in the mountains near Prescott where John's family still has a cabin from pre-air conditioning days when whole families escaped summer, sun-scorched Phoenix for cooler environs. Keoni was able to join them for a couple of days after his summer at Aspen Music Institute.

Aidan, John, and Keoni in John's boyhood "treehouse" next the cabin.

One of the slots they climb through to get to the top of boulder-strewn Iron Springs.

Keoni made it back to Georgia to resume his Senior year studies. Aidan went to his high school Sophomore year the day after they returned. John, of course, went back to winning bread for the family.

Over in New Mexico, Val and Tim went out for another horseback session along the Rio Grande River...

That's the Rio Grande behind them.

Pat's old friend Fran spent a good part of August with us here at Marge's.

Fran from Florida.

During a morning we spent at Lake Nockamixon.

This, at water's edge was later identified by iNaturalist.org as Chicory...

Chicory out of its natural habitat.

Marge grilled for us one evening.

Some wasps checking out the patio to see about moving in. 

Pat, Marge, and Fran. A nice brunch at the end of a fine visit.

The extensive rains we have been having are growing huge, juicy melons but with the loss of the usual wonderful flavors. Tomatoes are affected, too. The corn has been good and so have been the peaches.

Corn and a slice of Peach Cobbler.

I finally tried out the microwave for corn-on-the-cob which son-in-law Tim had once told me about and Zowee! is that ever good! But since it's a one-off, four minute process (2 min on one side, turn, 2 min on the other side), it takes too long for multiple ears. The best part is after an ear cools a few minutes you just pull away the shucks and most of the cooked silk comes right off with them. Mmm-Mmm.

The best of this year's local, summer soft fruit experience has to be the exceptionally flavorful nectarines. I had to eat them over the kitchen sink they were so juicy that it ran down my chin and hands.

My sister Sandy packed up her guitar she no longer used and Fed Ex-ed it to Aidan who has had a hankering to play one. We may be hearing some guitar and piano added to his cello repertoire before long.

The trees at the edge of Marge's back yard have gigantic leaves and their giant seed pods spread them everywhere. Since I have been at this address, the barn area behind has grown two or three tree twigs to a considerable size in only a couple of years. They nearly obscured the barn this summer.

The elderly gentleman that owns this property can no longer keep up with the mowing, so Penn's Woods is steadily reclaiming the space.

These are the leaves on the mature trees at the back edge of Marge's property.

Over at Marge's fave nursery there is another giant-leaf flora...

The iNaturalist app also identified this Lantern Fly that landed on my knee at one of Aidan's soccer games...

And this wild geranium trying to make a comeback in Marge's Lilies of the Valley bed...

And sometimes I work in a sketch or two...

Over at the library.

And, moved now to the barn from the farmhouse living room...

One of the chicks in her headdress. 

I finally was able to snag a shot of this rock stack on a steep, narrow, twisty roadway with no place to pull over. Someone gradually built it only to have a severe wind storm destroy it last winter and slowly it has resumed its former stature.

The Quakertown establishment added this ever-changing, electronic advertising structure to let the world know that there is plenty of activity and strip mall shopping in Quakertown...

Wendy sent over a picture she caught of Toby...

Ah, Toby, I miss you little buddy.