This morning, when I opened the blinds I was surprised (almost shocked) to see that the berries on the pyracantha bush had turned orange. Yesterday they were green, I swear it. This morning, without warning they are definitely orange. Not a deep, wild orange yet, just a touch of orange. Suddenly the season turned. It’s a bit much to get used to befoe my first cup of coffee.
Later, when I took the dog up the hill, I looked over to the wide expanse of Burns Bog and saw mist lying in all the dips and hollows of the bog. It burned off quite quickly, but left another taste of autumn.
The dew on the spider webs nad the tips of the blades of grass was another tip off to the turning of the season. It only took the early sunset to complete the picture.