Rivers of gold and red, and still the occasional green, a crisp chill and frost in the morning. Breaking out the heavier jackets, and maybe a sweater at night.
Putting away the patio furniture, the screen in the front door replaced by the window, and the woodchucks, thankfully, seem to have retreated to their burrows until spring.
(Not-so) Weeping cherry trees still hang on to their green finery, but that will change soon
enough, the burning bushes must have talked themselves silly, as their leaves are no more,And the sunsets, for some reason, just seems to be a bit more spectacular...
Fall has arrived, but they're talking about some snow on Tuesday night.
Oh joy....
