The vivid blue sky vied with the autumn foliage for attention. Recent rains must have washed the sky of summer's dust and wildfire smoke.
These thick-stemmed asters aren't as vibrant as their low land cousins (mine are just beginning to bloom), but they boast showy disk flowers.
The genial sunlight melts on the hills
The breath of the morning white and cold;
By the wayside bend sprays of aster bloom
And the forest turns to russet and gold....
~C.B. Galbreath, Autumn Leaves, 1918