Continuous drip for the longest time. Couldn’t some of this head west?

But, thanks to the weather, Sue, Pax, and I had the prairie all to ourselves as we walked there this morning. Asters and goldenrod, abundant.
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“People flock to our hills for the fiery suite of October but they often miss the sublime prelude of September fields. As if harvest time were not enough—peaches, grapes, sweet corn, squash—the fields are also embroidered with drifts of golden yellow and pools of deepest purple, a masterpiece.”
—Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass