Early yesterday morning the birds were frantically flying from tree to tree, gathering berries amidst the cold morning breeze. Today finds an unseasonable afternoon of 67 in the shade, a time for outdoor activity.
I swept a section of the driveway, mounding the maple leaves that will go into our mulch pile, attacked a hillside of weeds that have emerged and flourish despite colder days and nights, and along the way rustled a few wild turkeys. Actually, I'm not sure who was more startled, them or me, but we each went in a separate direction.
The clusters of Rosa 'Mozart' will not yield to the cold, and the little visitor decides to have a go at a bit more food at the blossom.
The Ginkgo biloba is about to give his glorious final performance, as nearly all the leaves will soon fall to the ground in unison.
Such a difference a day makes.