The last couple of weeks on my morning walks I’ve noticed clear signs of fall, not in the trees but on the forest floor. Viewing the trees/forest from any distance and you can’t discern much change but the leaves falling from certain trees giveaway the season quickly approaching.
Crunching about in the woods this last week with a crisp carpet of fallen leaves beneath my feet I was remembering how much I use to enjoy playing in the leaves on fall days as a child — wonderful play. I’ve noticed I wasn’t the only one enjoying the fall woods and it’s fallen leaves, as attest by the beautiful photos of Mark Graph.
The rusty reddish brown’s of an Oak Tree in late Autumn on a rainy day.
This has been a protracted Fall. It seems to be happening in stages with some nice foliage colors at each stage — not the impact of when they all turn at once, but still nice.
Perhaps it’s the weather. Week to week, or even day to day, I’m never certain what to expect so why would trees be any less confused.
“People don’t notice whether it’s winter or summer when they’re happy.” ~~ Anton Chekhov
During one of my recent visits to a local park, on a warm day, this young lad was burning up the walking/riding path on his two-wheeler.
This past week I spent time interviewing and then training my replacement for the IT Manager position at the non-profit agency I’ve been working at. The new person’s going to be good and the agency was indeed lucky to have found him.