Ours always seems to be a slow graduation in color, which probably only serves to ramp up my anticipation. On of my favorite memories is looking down my street at all the trees in different stages of changing. Some trees start in mid September and others had only recently started to change. By the end of the month I imagine the ones that started early will have dropped most of their leaves and the rest will be right behind them. We always seem to get a good gusher of rain near the end of the month that knocks all the stubborn leaves down. The meteorologists say we have a chance tomorrow for some storms. As the saying goes, though, "Give it five minutes and it will change."
Ours always seems to be a slow graduation in color, which probably only serves to ramp up my anticipation. On of my favorite memories is looking down my street at all the trees in different stages of changing. Some trees start in mid September and others had only recently started to change. By the end of the month I imagine the ones that started early will have dropped most of their leaves and the rest will be right behind them. We always seem to get a good gusher of rain near the end of the month that knocks all the stubborn leaves down. The meteorologists say we have a chance tomorrow for some storms. As the saying goes, though, "Give it five minutes and it will change."
That sounds like a pretty memory!