What an interesting, beautiful and wonderful autumn – the Season of Golden Leaves, as the mice at Redwall in Mossflower Wood might have called it, in the Brian Jacques books Patrick and I read as he was growing up.
It is a wonderful autumn – except for the serious drought we’re suffering. Gold is the predominant color, very little in the way of red and orange. Lots of browns. And, as I’ve seen in Eden Park and a few other places, salmon-colored maples, really pink trees, through lack of sufficient water.
Here on the homefront, I’m happy to report that the buck is fine, back to considering the kale and finishing off the impatiens. I was actually watering the bed above the driveway this morning, as some of the flowers were starting to droop. And it looks like I’ll be watering the veggies tomorrow night and then over the weekend.
When I used to think about climate change here, the only scenario that never came to mind was drought. This is always such a wet place, with such high humidity. And now we are in the middle of our second serious drought, not quite as bad as the one 3 years ago, since that started in March, and this really started in late June / early July. Whoever heard of any day in Cincinnati with 18% humidity?
Nonetheless – tis still a lovely autumn.