Fall has arrived - on the calendar, in the heavens, and in a turn to decidedly cooler weather.
"It feels like fall." I'm sure everyone has their own sense of what that means. It may be hard to describe, but there's a lightness in the air and the morning sun angles in a bit more. There's a fresh smell, but much different than that of spring. There's a little less daylight each day. Like many things that change slowly, the change each day is barely noticeable, but over the course of a week or more is quite apparent.
Just before the cold front moved in, the yard and woods were busy with flocks of robins and other birds, moving through ahead of the weather. It's a transitory time of year. Soon we'll have a warm spell, and the robins will move back with it - following the pulses as fall moves toward winter - edging further south until the cold season truly sets in, and the flocks of robins disappear until spring.
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