We’ve had some solid frosts now and the few remaining leaves are brown and quickly dropping. There’s no longer any “fall colour” (unless you count the crispy brown carpet underfoot), and people are grumbling about pulling out their winter wear. Even yesterday a few tiny flakes of snow from a very isolated cloud whispered hints of what is coming. Fall isn’t so much a proper season here as a brief transition into winter.
The last few weeks have been fun though; I’ve been out romping in the park with kids and families, soaking my eyes in the birch’s yellow and the cotoneaster’s red. But I’m ready to be done with fall. The wind, the trick-or-treaters, and the diligent gardeners will see those last leaves crumbled and removed, leaving the orderly tidiness of bare branches and last-mowed lawns to meet winter’s first snow. The days are quickly shortening and I’m happy with the change of gears, but I’m also happy to have those colours in pixels and in prints to later refresh winter-weary eyes.