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| Turning to gold. |
Out back, the goldenrod is hanging on with golden color and is still attracting pollinators. I’m so glad I didn’t mow it down. According to some guides, the first autumn frost is roughly six weeks after the goldenrod begins to bloom, and based on that lore, we'll be waking up to frost almost any minute now. There are a
couple random plants with fluffy balls like dandelion puffs mixed in the goldenrod crop.
There is a massive pine tree in the woods that stands two or
three times the height of the house. It dropped a couple large and lovely pine
cones in the yard. Soon the showers of pine needles will commence.
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| Still golden. |
Elsewhere in the neighborhood, and acorns litter the edge of
the street and the tips of a few tree branches have turned red. One tree
I passed today has been suddenly liberated of its leaves, but the branches still have
some crabapple things dangling like holiday ornaments.


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