We had a late, drawn-out fall in Minnesota that peaked and ended within a week. I measure this by the giant maple in the neighbor’s yard that turns brilliant yellow in the fall. It went like this:
- Day 1: The maple is full of leaves showing just a hint of color
- Day 2: The weather suddenly turns cold and a light snow falls.
- Day 4: The maple has become completely swathed in gold.
- Day 6: Every leaf has fallen from the maple and is burying neighborhood years under a thick blanket. Fall is over.
While I’m glad to know that trees have some ability to react to the threat of limb-breaking snow, it made for a much too sudden end to the fall.
So I’m still wanting it to be fall and wishing there had been more time to enjoy the fall leaves when I was in Chicago. It already feels as if it were a very long time ago. I hope these images capture that half-remembered sense of fall in Chicago.
It’s hard to believe it was just a few weeks ago.