The big turn

Mellow yellow. Yes, indeed, our back garden plants are finally changing their leave colors. Biggie. The yellow of the rose leaves is bright, and the size of the hostas leaves amazes me.

Taking its turn

Peeking at the peak. Let’s Go Orange, I thought as I took my Onondaga Lake Park stroll. Yes, it’s seemed that the trees in my part of the world changed colors later than usual. Great contrasts. But the blazing red and orange sure was worth the wait, especially set off against the brilliant blue sky.

On the edge

There’s some color. Taking a little stroll past the neighborhood triangle, I spy a tree-a-changing in this autumn of hanging-on-to-green.

Here comes autumn

Quick-change artistry. I always keep an eye out for the first tree that decides to give up its green for yellow or orange in my part of the world. My dear wife Karen and I were quite surprised to spot the big one across the street in front of the town offices as this year’s…

More color or right to the ground?

What next? I wondered, as I looked across the street from under our side alcove as a slight October morning drizzle still fell, will more color show up in that pretty tree on the town offices lawn, or will those leaves go straight to the ground as is?

Fall is coming

Autumn knocking at the lake. I strolled at Onondaga Lake Park, searching for those first turning trees here in Central New York. There you are. Found them. The calendar will catch up soon.

Turning leaves, chapter one

Seen on a stroll through Onondaga Lake Park: leaves changing color. Not mild yellow or mild red, I’d say, but quickly brown. It has been so very, very dry. It’s that point of August in my part of the world.