At last

Gingko leaves

It’s been such a peculiar fall. Cool, yet no bite, and so much rain that the turning of the leaves has been listless and tentative.

Then last night our first serious frost.

And this morning, even without a breath of wind to nudge them leaves were falling everwhere, as if the trees were themselves now raining. The leaves rustling as they hit the ground like hundreds of rustling footsteps.

I took the photo beneath a ginkgo finally gone to sleep.

[tags] autumn, Rochester, New York [/tags]

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2 Responses to At last

  1. That is the one part of New England and the northeast that I miss the most. I used to love the autumn, with the foliage and the cool crisp air. Doesn’t happen in South Texas.


  2. Kirsten says:

    Yeah, only we didn’t get any crisp cool air this year, we got soggy cool air.

    They’ve replaced the golf carts at the park I play with hovercraft.

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