More colors discovered

A pre-work stroll around Onondaga Lake Park hit a tree of orange leaves. I sent out looking for it, and I found it. October is here, for sure.

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.

I spy leaves changing

Spotted during a work break stroll Tuesday morning in the Village of Liverpool: Two trees outside the Retreat had leaves that were sporting color change. Already, I wonder?

Such a contrast

It does amaze me, during a late October safe walk in the Village of Liverpool, how some Second Street trees steadfastly hold on to their green, while right across the corner the yellows will soon all have succumbed to the seasonal pull.

I can practically hear the autumn song

When a line of trees change color at the same rate, it’s like a chorus hitting their notes together perfectly. That’s the thought that struck my during a late October safe walk in the Village of Liverpool, staring down the line flanking Washington Park.

Multi-colored tree

This tree on the side of First Street in the Village of Liverpool caught my eye during a late October safe walk because of the purples. And greens. Together, high and low, in the same tree. Beautiful.

I can Juke around these trees

Southside Johnny and the Asbury Jukes popped into my head when I looked up into the sky on a recent safe walk around the blocks with cherished rescue mutt Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle. As Johnny Lyon sang to me from his spinning vinyl or CD so many times in my life: <em>I know we…