Though there are only feeble hints of colour in the woods so far, there are definite splashes of reds and golds that signal the approach of Autumn, as seen here along the edge of Three Mile Brook where it leaves its well defined pond area and tumbles into meandering streams.
While I normally look forward to every season, this year, summer seems to have come to such an abrupt end, whipped away by sudden cold winds and dark rainy days that tend to dampen the spirit as well as the garden. I look forward to the crisp, clear days ahead — such a welcome departure from the heat and humidity of July and August — but this year it’s like, “Wait! I wasn’t ready!” Of course, Nature has her own timetable.
The wash of gold is abundant along roadsides, punctuated by beautifully soft lavender and pink asters.
Here and there, a few yellow splotches have already been added to the palette, and the rest of the roadside trees await Jack Frost’s magical brush — but the yellowing greens are a sure sign that Autumn is settling in.