…or not. The seasons intermingle and slip into one another. Is there truly a defining sign other than the date?
“Autumn to winter, winter into spring, Spring into summer, summer into fall,– So rolls the changing year, and so we change; Motion so swift, we know not that we move.” ~Dinah Maria Mulock
Not sure what kind of grub/caterpillar this is…anyone know?
Spider are spinning webs.
Campfires roar on the river banks.
Are these insect eggs or fungi?
Leaves are changing colors.
Entire trees are slipping into their Autumn attire.
Caterpillars continue to chop away at leaves.
Berries emerge to sustain the wildlife.
Crops are dying.
Fresh corn has dried to animal feed.
Chestnuts are beginning to fall on the ground.
It’s almost walnut cracking time.
Queen Anne’s Lace has packed her bags.
Yucca has called the season complete.