The skinny little maple the city planted in front of our house has gone a very classic shade of red.

Part-time prevaricator
Another day, another bike ride. This was about 16km, and started at the coffee shop, where I noticed I was that weirdo who wears a Slaughterhouse-Five T‑shirt but reads Bluebeard.[1]A Vonnegut book is a Vonnegut book, though.
Then I noodled around town for a bit, and out into the countryside, where I took photos of a tree…

…and some hydro lines.

Then back into town, where I saw—
Look, I know some of you can’t wait for Pumpkin Spice Cable-Knit Sweater time, but I’m not ready to let go of summer yet. So this little cluster of yellow leaves felt particularly cruel, at least to me.

Ah well. So it goes, as Kurt Vonnegut[2]Full circle. would say.
Those who know me know that I much prefer spring and summer to fall. I love the new growth of spring, and I would much rather wear shorts and T‑shirts than long johns and parkas. Autumn’s beginning brings with it the threat of inevitable winter, and it makes me somewhat melancholy.
But I will grudgingly admit that early autumn, before the cold sets in to stay, has its own charms.
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