Fall

I believe it is only in America where autumn is called fall. It must be because that’s what every leaf on every deciduous tree does every winter. Winter? Shouldn’t it be autumn? We have been wondering why all the oak trees are still hanging onto their leaves—until yesterday that is. It’s as if some big switch has been thrown and with the tiniest breeze it’s like a snowstorm outside.

I used our leaf blower to clear the walkways yesterday. Today it looks like I hadn’t done a thing. The oak trees still have tons of leaves to let go of.

In a week or so we may finally get to see the forest through the bare-limbed trees.