
While the calendar says we are only into fall a month, the signs of fall moving into winter are not hard to notice. The last leaves of the maple tree are framed by ice crystals.

The feeder is busy with the migrating Junco stopping on their southerly migration.

The squirrels are looking for unique places to hide their stash for winter.

Some summer flowers have turned to seeds.

While other plants show their best late summer colors.


The city has made its second and maybe final leaf pick-up in coats and hoodies. Wish I had one of those vacuums.

And the picnic table shines white with fresh frost from the 21 degrees over night and waits for warmer gatherings to come.