It was 59 degrees F and thickly cloudy at 6:40 this morning as I rolled Rhododendron out of the garage and rode east on Main Street with the intention of heading north on High Cross Road.
But changed my mind as I noticed fog rolling in; did not want to be sharing the road with vehicles while visibility was reduced.
So instead of turning north at High Cross continued east on the KRT.
the edges of which were green but mostly post-bloom. Made me think of the word “sober.”
The bloom was not entirely finished, making the remainders more precious.
Small white (calico?) asters still were common, and there was the occasional fresh burst of goldenrod.
These asters showed their toughness (and the strength of the life force), growing out in the path,
as did this velvet leaf plant.
The trail will need maintenance.
At Full’s Siding noticed that the sweet little bike book box I had admired on previous trips was not there.
Alas. Its owner may not have wanted to continue exposing it to the weather. I hope it had a respectful removal.
Rode as far as the still-wet Salt Fork bridge,
under which the water was high.
On the way back caught the occasional sawtooth sunflower (unless it was Jerusalem artichoke).
Also there still were soapwort,
a bunch of two kinds of asters and some goldenrod.
The most abundant flower out this morning definitely was the white (calico?) aster.
Looked at the fog over Full’s siding.
Saw a nice bunch of (I think) willow asters.
There are a lot of species of asters in Illinois, and I’m not confident about identifying them. Need to put the asters on the list with the grasses: plants to learn to tell apart.
Back in town saw a ring of mushrooms (and some less exactly arranged) on a lawn on Main Street.
Approaching downtown, the fog seemed even thicker than it was out in the country.
But soon all of it would disperse.