This is the view Saturday night. Some of the trees have gone chrome-yellow.
Usually the fall colors have come and the leaves have gone by mid-October. Aside from one surprise morning frost, it has been unseasonably warm.
Have I ever mentioned that my farm is an incredibly beautiful place? I wish I didn’t have to leave so often, but the life of a traveling lecturer/consultant involves a lot more time in airports and hotels than sitting on the porch watching the sunset. Over the next few years I hope to be changing that – I’m going to spend more time in the shop and less time on the road; I’ll only take short consulting gigs that are interesting (which means: incident response and emergency missions to pull rabbits out of hats) – the older generation needs to ease of of the work-force and not hog all the good gigs.
It’s a bit hard to stop and take pictures of other people’s houses, but this house up the street about 5 miles from me has some impressive Maple trees.
There’s one near the post office that is usually yellow and radioactive red. It drops its leaves early and I missed it, again.
The shift in when the trees drop their leaves is probably another sign of humanity’s impending doom. At least some of it’s pretty!