Ten minutes to write. Less time to read.

Weather-wise everything has been strange this year. Copious Spring rains caused farmers to plant their crops later than usual. A mild summer, with more rain, brought more challenges. In my world, the roses were unhappy; the coneflowers were late, and the geraniums didn’t ever really take hold.

All small potatoes compared to those whose livelihood depends on various crops.

Traditionally, full Fall foliage (Try saying that five times quickly.) arrives around the third week of October. But as we entered November, it looked as if the trees might shed their leaves without any colorful display whatsoever.

In the tradition of this year’s weather weirdness, however, the past few days have seen glorious color and milder temperatures. So I took advantage of this to finish shutting down my flower beds, store the myriad of pots, and cover the patio furniture.

I am just in time, as snow is predicted for tonight.