Fall has been playing tricks again. Like a pixie taunting us, she has come and gone, mostly undetected, hiding under a veil of unseasonable warmth. But she comes at night when we are sleeping, leaving behind her pixie dust in the tops of trees and dropping her paint on the leaves of shrubs.
Here is our evidence that although Fall is not clearly showing her face, she has been visiting.
Meanwhile, we patiently await her full display of color.