A strong breeze was really bringing down the leaves yesterday. Thunderstorms are predicted for next two days. Seems, just when the color is the brightest, the wind and rain bring them down. Oh, well, time for sweaters and umbrellas! Here's a stanza from Indiana native James Whitcomb Riley's "When the Frost is on the Punkin": They’s something kindo’ harty-like about the atmusfere
When the heat of summer’s over and the coolin’ fall is here—
Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossums on the trees,
And the mumble of the hummin’-birds and buzzin’ of the bees;
But the air’s so appetizin’; and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur’ that no painter has the colorin’ to mock—
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.