It just doesn’t feel like fall.  It hit me as the kidlet and I were hunting up fall leaves for a group collage project at his preschool.   Our neighborhood has been here for 30+ years, so the trees and such are quite mature, despite being in the middle of a city (well, I guess techincally we’re on the edge of two cities, PDX and Lake O, but lets not quibble).  We also live on the corner of 2 dead end roads with basically pristine Oregon wilderness all around.  In fact, there is a natural preserve park that abuts up to our property.  So normally there is just no shortage of gorgeous foliage this time of year.  However, we had trouble finding ANY leaves to cart off to preschool, and the ones we found were truly ugly dead brown crunchy things, not the majestic golden-orange-red colors of autumn.  The leaves just aren’t changing yet, and they are still alive and well on the tree. 

Has it been too wet?  (come on, its Oregon, its ALWAYS wet ;))  Not cold enough?  Maybe that’s it; mornings have been wet and foggy, and relatively warm.  We haven’t had those crisp air apple-picking clear day need a sweater mornings — another part of fall that I love and now realize that I have missed.

“It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.”  ~P.D. James


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