Since we have lived down here in southern Michigan, I notice that the leaves fall off the trees pretty late in the year. Up at (our old) home, there had usually been some snow by November, and the leaves were long gone by mid October. Autumn is longer here, but always pleasant. This year has been cool, as the summer was. Last Sunday, Papa and I cleaned up all the leaves from the yard and made a couple of other strategic moves.
We put the mowers in the shed and brought shovels and this lovely appliance into the garage:
I really don’t know how to run it, it never seemed as interesting to me as the mower. But, to be fair, one can ride on the mower. I know we will need this sometime, and I am glad we have it.
The walnut tree looks pretty bare, as do the bushes behind it.
All the leaves we mowed up and put on the garden will help it some. Papa said the soil was getting pretty heavy. By spring they will till in easily.
Over on the other side of the house, the leaves are finally falling from the old silver maple:
The snow blower is out, the rakes are gone, and I guess we are ready for another winter. Or maybe is is just comfortable to think we are ready.