Each weekend walk goes deeper into autumn. The blazing colours are gone, replaced by sepias and browns. This bird house, and others nearby were decorated for Christmas - too early as far as I'm concerned. We are barely over Halloween.
There is beauty in the dried out flowers, colour-stripped and bare. The dried leaves rustle as the squirrels forage, filling up for their winter hibernation. You can smell the drying leaves, a crisp autumn aroma. I love to hear the honking of geese overhead as they travel south, their wide vees crossing the sky.
The sun sets early now that we have changed the clocks. Darkness settles in. Time to hibernate.