Signs of Autumn (Post Them Here)

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It's getting darker outside. When I wake up at 6 the sun isn't out yet.

My skin is drier.

The temperatures got low enough that we had to put on the radiators in the living room and in my room a couple of weeks ago. At times I still need to wear a jacket inside, despite of the extra heat.

Some trees still have green leafs, while others have gotten orange or red.

My mother has had to change the tires of her car to winter tires due to the cold mornings and evenings.

The first of the winter storms are coming in.

Leaves falling

The leaves on our tree starting to turn yellow

The leaves are starting to turn brown, and red and orange, and other colors which are not yellow.

Not everything in autumn is beautiful. There is barbarity also.

Here we see a colony of wild pumpkins that have been drained of their spice and left to die in the fields by capitalist poachers who sell the precious compound to suburban donut shops, all to satisfy the insatiable consumerist lust of rich white people.

/\May the great pumkin smite them!!
Leaves turning colors here,but it's almost ninety degrees.It doesn't feel like fall.

Many maple leaves.

When the trees look like this:

^Pretty.



(As long as you don't have to be the one raking the leaves)

Peak color this week in east-central Massachusetts. The tourist board wants you to visit:

http://www.massvacation.com/fall/

Squirrels in the leaves

A squirrel terrorist attempted to assassinate me today by dropping an acorn on my head, but fortunately I heard it coming and jumped out of the way.

I've been picking up different leaves when I've strolled outside this week, the sickly yellow ones make me kinda concerned, the vivid crimson ones fascinate me, I usually hold them for a few minutes, the ones caught in between I don't really bother bending down to retrieve, twice I saw perfectly healthy and obliviously cheerful green blotches tumble down, so it seems autumn don't care much for what colour you are, you're being sent down to the impassive never changing tarmac slab if the dice rolls your number.

Migratory birds moving down the flyway.Lots of fall warblers and huge flocks of robins.Lots of different bird songs in the woods.The white throated sparrows have arrived singing their song of"O sweet Canada,Canada,Canada."
Time to fill up the bird feeder.