We are in the middle of November and the blood-red colors are just leaving us. They can be so intense that they make us gasp as if indeed we had just slaughtered some mammal.
My persimmon puts on its show of gold and peach and wine to compete with the taller red maples that are dancing deeper in the forest. It even hides its fruit as a challenge.
It is the time of year when man and dog get to put on their show of talent and discipline. The hunting season is already upon us.
If you are lucky enough to live on the water you can see the sunlight with its low autumnal angle as it bounces off the river and lights up the trees with a bit of pretend warmth. Well, indeed, now, it is time for me to collect the broken wood scattered across the yard to be used in a fire this evening.