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The birch tree as harbinger. It's been going gold since the end of June. I think we can expect a hard and early winter this year, but "hard" no longer equates to "heavy snow." I'm genuinely afraid of what these next months will bring, because if we don't get some real snow out of this winter, we're in trouble.
It's deadly, dangerously dry here now. It's also already fall. Everything's not just drying out; it's burning up. And I still have to figure out this well-drilling scenario, because the ideal time to do it would be fall, before the first snow hits (or the first really hard freeze), but there's no way we can afford it now. And without rain or snow? The land doesn't survive without it.
Meanwhile, Wings picked up the mower for the fifty-billionth time Friday, and that's another ~$300 or so down the tubes. One thing the high heat and drought managed for us, at least, was keeping the mosquitoes at bay for a while, but it's cooled off enough that they're back, and the grass has to get cut, no matter how much brown there is in it. We can't afford to risk West Nile here. We're already flooded with tourists spiking our COVID-19 numbers locally, and in the adjacent county just west of us are the state's first two plague cases of the year, one of them already fatal (and only 20 years old, too).
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