Almost overnight this area turned from summer to fall.
With the physical change in seasons will undoubtedly come a marked change in my perspective, and the first evidence of this was my lack of desire to pursue what regular site visitor Microdot recently called my "guerrilla gardening." I had intended to harvest some wild phlox, New England asters, and wild lilies from a vacant commercial lot in West Toledo (actually, it is more like an urban jungle, as it has been empty for a decade), but the cold winds and occasional smattering of rain caused me to reconsider. I thought a few hours of reading indoors with closed windows made more sense in the chilly early fall weather.
A few balmy days will still visit us, at least during October, but the time is upon us to think of cold nights, brown leaves, and warm cider.