Halloween evening was mild and breezy and more than 200 trick-or-treaters blew through my neighborhood. The warmth belied the reality that in every way, fall has taken hold around here. Days are growing shorter and mornings are dark. Leaves are all manner of reds, oranges, and yellows; they are falling down and starting to pile up.
Once-lush green plants are bedraggled and worn, thanks to a few frosty nights.
November is a month of fall garden chores. I'll dig up the dahlia bulbs to winter-over in the basement. I'll plant some more tulips and daffodils to enjoy in the spring. Then I will pause, secure in the knowledge that one season follows another, all four of them with something new and different to admire and enjoy.