Autumn turns

I realized that a very important event passed without my notice.  Autumn came and went last week.  I call it important, because the moving of the seasons is just like turning the pages of a book.  Except, last week’s change of season really didn’t feel like a change of season at all.  The air was much more like summer than autumn, and the trees themselves are still green, the grass is lush.  The Farmer’s Almanac is actually predicting we could be in for an Indian Summer as well.  So, to usher in this passing day, some random things about autumn.

First, some poetry for thought:

Off to School
Fall comes again – a little lad
Goes trotting off to school,
To learn to count, and read and write,
And keep the Golden Rule.

Oh, teachers, in your hands is placed
A wondrous trust devine
Please help and guide this fresh young mind,
To climb the heights sublime.

A nation’s leader he may be –
A statesman, true and bold.
To fight the evil, vaunt the good,
He needs a heart of gold

Sometimes the tiny little tikes
Have talents unsurpassed;
To bring them out, and watch them grow
Is now your sacred task.

Author Unknown
Reprinted from Games and Readings by Marie Wankel

On this morning, it did start to feel a bit more like fall.  Though, the air was still warm, it had the look of fall.

Pink sunrise. Fifteen minutes after this was taken, the colour of the sky turned grey.

Leaves are turning colour. It looks like fall, but the air still feels warm like summer.

Orange, yellow and red leaves cover the ground. The grass is still green.