It's the first Wednesday in October here in upstate New York, near Binghamton, and fall has arrived.
We live in a four season area and each season brings its own joys and its own sorrows. For many people here, fall is their favorite season. The joys are so numerous - trees turning color, apples, pears, pumpkins, winter squash, cider, festivals, the harvest. Crisp, or sometimes foggy, mornings. And, if we are lucky (we have been recently) blue, warm afternoon skies.
This was taken on Sunday, a day of "perfect fall":
Frost improves the color. And, it will come. But, the yellow trees have taken the lead in a year where we had three frost warnings in September.
Every fall is different. Every year a different tree takes the lead. This year, it is the locust.
Now, my photos.
A parking lot in downtown Binghamton, a city of about 47,000 people. What a contrast this tree gives against a perfect blue sky. Our area experiences so many cloudy days, a blue sky day is cause for celebration.
After the frost,after the last leaves slip off the tree, after everything turns brown and the first snow flurries come.
Winter. In the land of 80-100 inches of snow, I do not look forward to the slipping and sliding (and, increasingly, falling) of winter. Or the shoveling. Or a long list of other things. Freezing cold. Months before I can garden again. Long nights and short days. An anemic sun low in the sky.
But until the nasty winds of November come with their promise of winter, I will bask in the early fall warmth. And I'll sip some cider in its honor.
What is your favorite time of year?