I turned into the "no outlet" Hungry Hollow Road and came to this sign. A friendly young lady at the nearest house told me how far I could safely go. She also showed me some interesting sky photos on her Android. When this vista came into view, I recalled the first line of the "September" song that was in our 5th grade music books "The goldenrod is yellow,

The corn is turning brown,
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down;

The gentian’s bluest fringes

Are curling in the sun;
In dusty pods the milkweed
Its hidden silk has spun;

The sedges flaunt their harvest

In every meadow nook,
And asters by the brookside
Make asters in the brook;

From dewy lanes at morning

The grapes’ sweet odors rise;
At noon the roads all flutter
With yellow butterflies–

By all these lovely tokens

September days are here,
With summer’s best of weather