First time in two decades I’ve documented our maple turning color for fall. Morning, then afternoon after a cord of wood has arrived.
Bientôt nous plongerons dans les froides ténèbres;
Adieu, vive clarté de nos étés trop courts!
Soon we will plunge into the cold darkness;
Farewell, vivid brightness of our too-short summers!
“Chant d’Automne” [Song of Autumn]
Wish I had taken better care of our Italian Cypress’s that I got at Walmart of all places twenty years ago.
Photos below from next day while working through a stiff lower back.
Spruce cones from a spruce tree (live xmas tree years back) we have out back that is only suppose to grow in mountains.