I step outside with Sugar and am immediately inundated with falling leaves. It has been a lopsided autumn. The little trees outside my bedroom window whose leaves usually turn yellow and drop early in August are still green and hanging on to their leaves.
Last week I saw lots of yellow on trees, but no orange or red. Today the leaves falling on my head are all brown and withered. What a strange unveiling. The leaves continue to sift down during my entire outing with Sugar. We stop at the office so Sugar can sniff the new bales of hay and the scarecrow decorations and pumpkins. I am shocked by the flowerbeds. Just yesterday they were filled with red, pink and white petunias. Today there is only dark brown dirt. Where did all the flowers go (to quote a famous song)?
Fall is getting serious about arriving. Next thing you know, we will be staring at bare branches and brown grass. A squirrel dashes past me, walnut in cheek, scurrying to hide food before the snow. My reverie broken, I call Sugar and we too hurry home.
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