I went for a walk this morning. I see that we’re in that transitional phase between deep summer and inescapable Fall. We’re not quite into Fall yet, but the signs are clear.
The trees are still green, but here and there we see blotches of yellow.
If you ask me, the weather is nearly perfect: sunny, warm, but not unpleasantly so, with cool breezes (although we do occasionally see fierce thunderstorms). I wouldn’t mind if the weather were like this year around, but the trees know better, and they know what’s coming. They’re making preparations.
I’m also seeing brown leaves piling up curbside, blown there by the wind, so I know some trees are shedding leaves already.
The more fragile forbs are taking it even further. The flowers are losing their petals already. The milkweed we planted in our yard to feed the monarchs are reduced to brown, rustling stalks.
Get ready. October is almost here.
It is no longer known as “Fall.” It has unofficially been changed to ‘pumpkin spice season.’
We had autumn the first half of September, now it’s been in the upper 80’s for the past week. Next week it’ll probably be winter. $^#&%^% Central Illinois.
Also, how many of those already harvested pumpkins will even see 10/31?
Here in the UK the temperature plummeted ten days ago, marking the end of summer. This last week the overnight temp did pick up again a little bit, and today (at least where I live) we’ve had the first thunderstorm since midsummer. Rain is forecast almost solidly for the next four weeks now, which is the traditional sign of the beginning of both spring and autumn — only time will tell whether we get a winter in between.
“Pre-fall” = “pre-lapsarian” in proper academese.
How many apple trees do y’all have in Morris?