Yesterday, in the rain driving to the doctor, we kept looking for fall. We could see touches of it here and there, but given that it is already the end of September, it should have been everywhere.
But today, with the temperature just right. The rain has finally finished and the sun is shining. I live in hope. If we look, I’m sure we will find a little hint of the fall to come.
So, just so you know what might be on its way, these were all taken in mid-October. By the river, on our own street, near the dam in the middle of town.
It’s coming. I can smell it in the air.
So this post is a bit early. It’s not autumn yet. Not for another week. In this region, mid-October is generally peak and the week before is delicious — as is the week after.
I won’t give up until all the leaves have fallen, I promise.
This is MY season!