I was beginning to wonder if fall would come. Summer heat lingered long into September. As intently as I looked there were scant indications of changing leaves. I wondered if they would just just shrivel up and die with winter’s first onslaught. While I had my doubts about autumn, I had no worries that winter had forgotten us.
But it’s October and, just as it is supposed to be, there is enough change to take my first fall picture. The trees will be more colorful before they will be less, but it’s a good start. This is my house in the yellowing woods.
Young Grandpa Keith