The leaves closest to the ground are turning red.
The tree in my front yard has transformed into deep purple.
The birches higher up the mountain have exploded in glorious gold.
The wildflowers are . . . Wait a minute. What?
Where did these come from? How is this possible?
I thought summer was OVER.
Winter's not here yet, missy.
Dinner last night: tuna noodle casserole
Exactly one year ago: