Yesterday afternoon's foreboding sky eventually over took this sunny field, and the heavens emptied. Little lightening, not much thunder, but a whole lot of water. Sounds a bit funny after the wet July we had, but gardens around here really needed to quench their thirsts. After about an hour or so, bright sun... blue skies. These bales of hay that scatter fields in August and September are harbingers of the changing seasons, and remind us all how fleeting summer really is.