The Fall leaves are simply falling, dead, pale, and sad. After the prolonged drought, the sudden hard rains yesterday plastered every surface near the house with a mat of sodden, mostly-monochrome, mostly maple drape wetness that glistens in the light of the floods on the corner of the house this dark morning.
We might get up to five inches more rain today, sending more trees down across our road. A big oak threw itself down across Goose Creek Run yesterday, sending at least two local church travelers backing down the treacherous twists to find a turn-around spot.
A 911 call got it removed; I’ll have to see if there are any firewood-worthy remains. But I’m afraid there will be copy-cat repeats of this act of arboreal terrorism, as we head down that slippery slope of nature’s collusion to make us crazy with the unexpected–a season called Winter.
Meanwhile on other fronts, watch out for:
You were warned.