Signs of Autumn (Post Them Here)

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Killing frost tonight.Picked all the tomatoes,peppers and zinnias I could salvage before the frozen wasteland of tomorrow morning.Got a nice fire going.Feels snug as a bug in a rug.

You must be up at a pretty high elevation.

Freeze watch in effect tonight and tomorrow night.
My dog's fur is full of static electricity - I get a little shock when I pet him.

First bench up from the river.Not sure if that term is used elsewhere,but bench land is flat land on the side of the mountain.It's a frost pocket,the cold settles down into the valley on still nights.
All that's left blooming now are the mums.
Coleus,zinnia,marigold etc...all melted.
It's didn't get as cold as they said,just enough to kill the plants.No skim ice on the lilly ponds.
The colors are not very good this year,so far.The stag horn sumac just dropped its leaves instead of being a blaze of crimson for weeks.

The number of leaves stuck to my cat's 'trousers' (she's very fluffy) has steadily increased throughout October, though I expect it will go down to nothing once frost sets in. Sometimes I feel like making a completely useless line graph depicting how the number of leaves she brings in varies over the whole year, but thankfully I've yet to go that far.

Poison Ivy at peak color.

Just as pretty and doesn't itch (I love maples when they haven't completely turned yet).

Trying to understand the flattened and unflatteringly dull and dreary cargo of impassively discarded leaf litter that I'm delicately attempting to navigate along the sidewalk, I occasionally kick up piles of the crinkling crustaceans as I want some commotion from them, they lose all motivation when they flutter on down, that's all they ever wanted, to touch the ground like we all want to touch the clouds. I get a lot from observing leaves when they are imprisoned, I don't believe they should ever be released. I stroll along squinting suspiciously at every single scrunched up and wrinkled shape lying there all drained of vitality and shrunken, not reaching out from above, quivering in the sky, they are lying there content, it's sickening! They win the leaf lottery every year, it's a rigged game, autumn's abominably admirable grand arrival depends on their shallow sacrifices, it muscles on in once enough of the flimsy freaks have severed their twig-contracts and as poignantly poepathetically as the post man curbstomping your cat after he delivers a parcel, Mr Autumn is here to recarpet! Just because he uses your own doormatted doorstep as the scene of the crime, it don't excuse the distasteful din of it, in the parcel is schrodinger's cat, because it's gonna happen again next year!

Frost on the grass when I took my dog for a walk last night.

The days getting shorter.

First chance of frost tonight.

Turning the clocks back -- it's only 6:30 but it feels like the middle of the night.

Hearing the dry leaves fall off the trees as I took my dog for a walk.

Fog and drizzle.The understory of the woods is a brilliant golden,a good show of color from the young maples and beeches.
Lots of birds still migrating,several gaggles of geese went overhead yesterday.
Record breaking heat after the cold snap.It was 82 yesterday.
Smell of tannin in the woods.

Geese overhead at sunset. Light frost tonight, and a hard freeze coming Friday night.