I returned from the beginning of fall in one hemisphere to the beginning of spring in the other. While the days were milder in the early fall, there is a sense that the long nights are approaching. Dark in the morning, but not yet cool. Plants past their prime needing to be cut back. Nature's bounty available at the farm stands.
Here a snowstorm had just piled a fresh 10 inches, but it was a memory within two days. Underneath last year's dead heads are new green shoots trying to climb out. While the temperature may be ten degrees cooler than what I left, the cyclists and runners and hikers cruise around as if it were midsummer. A brisk breeze arrives from the north. Maybe it will bring rain this time.
