I saw the first leaves turning this week. The sumac in the back yard has a hint of red; the cottonwoods in the creek out back have a hint of yellow. There’s a willow or two by the river turning, and the air’s become cold this week. Sleeping outdoors isn’t so attractive nor neccesary as it was a couple weeks ago.
With any luck, it’ll be a long autumn, not the two-week wonder we’ve had some years. I’d really be happy with gold leaves filling my vision for six weeks, and a long timbe before winter after that.