Winter is not far away.
Posts Tagged ‘Fall’
September is, I think, the best month in central Ohio for weather. It’s usually dry and warm during the days and cool at night, and the first hints of turning leaves can be seen in the trees. In October, the winds come blustering and the rains come down, but September . . . September is just splendid.
We took our morning walk today and had a bit of a rude awakening. The temperature had dropped considerably overnight, our breath was visible as we walked, and our fingers quickly grew stiff and wooden in the cold air. The open areas of grass were coated with our first frost of the fall season, looking like hammered silver in the faint early morning light.
What could feel more like autumn than shuffling your feet through brittle fallen leaves and hearing them skitter along the pavement? The leisure path along Route 62 is a good spot for crunching leaves underfoot and remembering carefree childhood days spent leaping happily into dry and dusty piles of leaves.
The sugar maples in our neighborhood are in fine color, with their leaves a bright collage of scarlets, vermilions, and fire-apple reds. Even on a warm day like today, the changing leaves serve brilliant notice that colder weather is around the corner.
Driving through rural Ohio during the early autumn months is a festival of earth tones, with many farm fields sporting a rich golden hue. In the afternoon sunshine the meadows look like pools of honey set back against the border trees and their slowly turning leaves.
Fallen nuts accumulate on the leisure path along Route 62. As Penny and I take our walk it is not unusual to hear the nuts clatter against the pavement as they drop to the ground. You just hope that your head doesn’t become a target.
As we enter October, it seems like every doorstep in our neighborhood features a display of bright orange pumpkins. This garish display of pumpkin pulchritude was seen Friday night at the New Albany Fall Fest.
Fields of dessicated cornstalks, like this one on Route 605 just north of downtown New Albany, are a familiar autumnal sight in Ohio — and the rustling of the wind through the brittle stalks and leaves is an equally familiar sound.
Colorful mums are a staple of this season in our neighborhood. With the temperature turning colder and bit blustery, the mums in our backyard are just beginning to bloom.