Straddling the Seasons

 We have rain in the forecast, so I was up and out in the backyard fairly early for a Sunday.

There aren’t many signs yet of the impending autumn – 

the petunias in my hanging pot in front are pushing out a last gasp of blooms,

 

the morning glory is doing its damndest to find a way into the porch,

 and the pink turtle heads are out.

But much of the garden is looking ragged and I wanted to tidy it up, and more importantly, not discourage the landscape guys when it's time to blow away the fallen leaves.

And the hints are there:

The Mountain Laurel out back is already turning.

And with nuts plonking down like hail, it’s worth your life to stroll under our hickory
tree (although the squirrels are now in frantic ecstasy, hiding the nuts in the lawn).

I heard a familiar fall sound, and looked up. Sure enough, there were the geese beating me to warmer regions.

And I had other company, closer at hand.

Unconcerned, our four turkeys strolled past me, only about 10 feet away, but I imagine they’ll stop for some hickory nuts on their return trip later in the day.