What an aptly named season fall is. Dead leaves come spinning out of the trees almost constantly. Michael and I shuffle and crunch through drifts on our walks. Falling acorns sound like mini-bombs when they hit the shed roofs or the truck. It may be autumn for some, but it's definitely fall here.
That's in the front yard. The back yard isn't quite there yet, and the oaks are still green. On one of the 'dark' days, I noticed one of the leafy branches start bouncing up and down. Hmmm, that must be a pretty big bird. The movement stopped, and then started again a moment later. Turned out to be an adolescent squirrel playing on a trampoline. He'd start at the trunk and take a run out to the end of the branch where he'd get the most bounce to the ounce. It doesn't take much to amuse a kid.
The grape harvest is almost upon us. How do I know? Because the coyotes told me so. They are evidently very fond of ripe grapes and leave piles of purple scat here and there on the driveway, which they use like a freeway in the night, having made midnight raids in the vineyards. Michael has to stop and 'read' the who, what, and why of every pile.
Turkeys are coming through in larger numbers every day, and I'm seeing more deer now, too. The rut will start soon, if it hasn't already.
Cooler weather is predicted next week, another sign we're moving out of summer. Whoopee!
Stay safe. Be well.
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Down here where our seasons slide from one to the other, it is evident at night that fall is coming, but, like you, it is still summer in the daytime.
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