Pale blue sky and colored leaves above a gravel road. The sounds of Blue Jays crying and very oddly, the clear, loud howl of a coyote. Weird that. Coyotes sing almost every night, but I haven’t heard any in the morning, ever, on my walks.
Slow leaf turn, northern Wisconsin was acting more southern in weather only just recently having some real frosts. Many of them (especially maples and poplars) just dropped off instead of turning color. But I guess now would be considered peak color on Wester Avenue.
Last night’s sunset was quite a show. The sky, jealous of the botanical beauty beneath it.