Earlier this week, plants that spot the summer on the front porch came inside for the season. Warm blankets joined the quilts on our beds. Evenings in the 40s warranted these changes. Fall is most certainly in the chilly air in the mornings. The dogwood is also making preparation for the cold. Some leaves have already blown off its branches.
Others are still in the process of turning a splendid color.
Each morning I greet the dogwood tree from the back window. Daily I watch for the small changes that confirm fall is in the air.