...but the thermometer sure doesn't. I believe it hit 90°F today. Not a sign of 50s in the evening until the end of the week, and then it will be high 50s with 80s in the daytime.
Nevertheless, I put up most of the fall decorations: the bouquet and other things on the table (not to forget the fall napkins), others on the satellite box, and the arrangement on the table in the foyer. I put up the fall banner and wreath on the porch and set the scarecrow and pumpkin down in their chairs—but goodness, the sun is so strong they may fade in a week!
The trees are telling the sun it's time for a rest. The dogwoods always start to turn first. Sometimes it may only be three or four leaves in one far edge of the tree that turn the peculiar red of the fall dogwood leaves. There are some maples in the yard that have three or four yellowing leaves, and more scatter the ground if the wind raises or when it rains.
The maples behind the Smyrna Community Center are beginning to turn as well.
As we walked around at the Atlanta History Museum on Sunday, we strolled past beautiful photographs of the Peachtree Creek watershed and the old purification plants. All the photos were taking in the autumn. I notice so many scenic photographs, even if they are not autumn-themed photos, are taken during the autumn. The colors of the trees lend the broken bridges, spavined mills, crumbling cabins and other artifacts a special, enchanted glow as if they are caught in crystal.
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