Summer’s Last View

A lazy Sunday late summer afternoon. Photo by Bruce Stambaugh

My wife and I were enjoying a scrumptious brunch with friends of ours. The conversation was as delicious as the fare.

Not having been to this winery before, I was focused on the menu and the venue. Then I noticed the view.

Beyond the old farmhouse with its red brick chimney, the blooming crepe myrtle, and the leaves of the hardwoods waiting to transform into golds, russets, and bronze stood the stoic Massanutten Mountain range. It’s one of the shortest mountain ranges in the world, covering 50 miles from near Front Royal south to Harrisonburg, Virginia, in the Shenandoah Valley.

The scene gave me hope. It was an excellent way to bid summer adieu and envision a fall full of color and coolness.

Author: Bruce Stambaugh

I am a writer, author, photographer, birder, walker, hiker, husband, father, grandfather, brother, Anabaptist, and community activist. My life is crammed with all things people and nature and wonder. My late father gave me this penchant for giving and getting the most out of life, my late mother the courtesy, kindness, and creativity to see the joy in life. They both taught me to cherish the people I am with. I try and fail and try again. View all posts by Bruce Stambaugh

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